Sweet, succulent Jenny was a tender thirteen year old virgin who had led a sheltered life, a youngster still more girl than woman.
Her face, round still with soft babyfat, burned with a red blush. The girl tried to look everywhere, except at the stiff penis poised in front of her face.
She was nude, with her coltish pink body lithe and long-legged, her form almost boyish, except for a soft roundness in her budding breasts, in her ripely curved bottom, and in her lightly bushed, thin-lipped little pink pussy.
Uncle Walter grinned down at her lewdly, his robe open, his body naked under it, his hand clutching a swollen erection.
Aunt Gloria, big, buxom, wanton, watched the scene with hot eyes.
Jenny's eyes were moist with tears, but there was no appeal. Events had trapped her, leaving her no choice but to obey-and serve.
She opened her mouth to plead to be spared having to go through with this ordeal, which she, a virgin, had never done before, never!
But her pleas were unspoken, since as soon as she opened her mouth, Uncle Walter shoved his hard swollen penis between her lips!
CHAPTER ONE
Surrendering the virginity of her sweet little pussy was the smartest investment Jenny ever made ... but she didn't know it at the time.
Jenny wasn't that kind of girl-the cold-blooded, calculating kind. The idea that she might trade her tender flesh for riches never occurred to her.
In fact, it took a great deal of convincing to bring the youngster to the point where she passively let Uncle Walter take her.
At first, she wasn't ready for it, not at all. Jenny was so very young! Only in the last year or so had she crossed the boundary of puberty.
She was curious about this business of the birds and the bees, of course. Boys her age fascinated yet intimidated her.
But she was intensely curious. She knew something about the physical mechanics of the love act between male and female.
But all such knowledge was strictly on the theoretical side, of course, and was gathered from her clinically cold-blooded health and hygiene classes in junior high school, from scenes she had seen in R-rated movies (never had the tender teen seen an actual X-rated film-little did she dream that her young life was destined to become so wrapped up with all sorts of heated sex that her real-life exploits would make mere fictional films seem tame! But that was all in her future, and she had not the slightest idea of how things would wind up).
She was hardly naive. Between the gossip of her friends at school, and her own readings on the subject, she had a fair idea of what this business of sex was all about.
Or so she thought. Actually, Jenny was in a position similar to that of a denizen of the Great Plains of the Midwest, who has read about the sea and seen films of it, but has never actually stood on the shore of an ocean.
Only in her case, the unknown territory was not the sea of water, but rather the steamy sea of sex in which it seemed all adults swam.
This, the summer of her thirteenth year, was to be the summer of her sexual awakening and initiation-for starters.
The first time she discovered that Uncle Walter desired her-physically, sexually desired her-the innocent teen was shocked.
He was so very fond of her, of course. The other relatives made her feel unwanted, like so much excess baggage-but not Uncle Walter.
This lovely little teen miss, polite and proper, shy and soft-spoken, was just the apple of Uncle Walter's eye.
He made no bones about openly demonstrating his fondness for the newcomer which only infuriated his other kith and kin.
However, there was little that they could do about the girl, since they, like Jenny, lived in Uncle Walter's mansion, and thrived on his genial generosity.
He was rich-rich! He had made his pile in real estate dealings, and now, in his ripe middle ages, was one of the wealthier men in this Mid-Atlantic state.
Jenny and her Aunt Gloria were his house guests for the summer, adding their numbers to the ranks of those of his relatives already living in his mansion.
It was quite a place, a wonderland which awed and somewhat intimidated Jenny.
But there was nothing intimidating about good-natured, jocular Uncle Walter, after Jenny got to know him.
That is, there was nothing intimidating about the handsome, silver-haired old gentleman, until Jenny got to know him better.
At last she knew him too well, and the girl was once more intimidated, this time by the knowledge that his fondness for her had a sexual basis.
From the young vantage point of her thirteen years, Uncle Walter seemed old indeed, but that was only an illusion of her youth.
He was in his middle fifties, spry and strong despite a heart attack he had suffered some five years earlier.
To a youngster like sweet Jenny, anyone past the age of eighteen was an adult, part of that tribe of grown-ups whose motives were so often mysterious.
The first stirrings of Jenny's initiation from innocence into knowledge took place on a warm sunny weekday afternoon.
It was about two-thirty in the afternoon, and Jenny, as was her custom, was taking some tea with Uncle Walter.
He loved the company of the young girl, and this afternoon teatime had become a kind of ritual which he rarely if ever missed.
The tea was taken in the outer room of his suite of rooms in the upstairs area of the mansion. This outer room was a kind of parlor.
Uncle Walter and Jenny sat facing each other, seated in old-fashioned, deeply cushioned high-backed armchairs.
Between them was a small table whose round top held glasses of tea on coasters. The summer's heat required cool, refreshing iced tea.
It was a rather ordinary day, much like any other-or so Jenny thought.
Pretty as a picture of sweet youth she looked that day, indeed every day.
She was tall, slim, coltish, with silken fair hair, a round wide face with wide pale blue eyes and a pink-lipped rosebud mouth.
She was very fair-skinned, and her face was tinged with golden tones from time spent under the sun's tanning rays.
Her hair when unbound reached down to the middle of her back. She would not cut it, but summer's heat made it too uncomfortable for her to wear her hair loose.
She had solved that problem by braiding her hair. Her hair, parted down the middle of her scalp, had been wound into a pair of thick braids.
These golden braids hung down on either side of her sweet face, which was round and softened with traces of her babyfat.
The braids reached down so that the ends of them dangled lightly on the top of her chest, where her small breasts began.
She wore no make-up, her fresh natural loveliness needing none. Pale freckles were lightly scattered across her round cheeks.
Jenny was charmingly outfitted in a fetching thin frock, pale blue with white trimmings, a sleeveless dress whose hem reached her knees.
Her feet were wrapped in shining white ankle socks, with flat-heeled loafers completing her outfit.
Demure, a little lady, she sat in her chair, knees pressed together, hands resting in her lap as she chatted with Uncle Walter.
He was tall, thin, wiry, with a sharply featured face and shrewd eyes which glittered and sparkled as they scanned the face and form of the girl.
Jenny was only just starting to ripen into the blossoming curves of adolescence, and a good part of her charm consisted of the mixture of child and woman in her.
Such girlish charms were not lost on Uncle Walter.
Uncle Walter was a bit of an eccentric. Happily for him, he had the millions which permitted him to act any way. he desired.
He slept past noon, and spent a good part of most days idly lounging about in his rooms, dressed in little more than a robe and slippers.
Thus was he dressed on that sultry summer afternoon. His long lean bony form was wrapped in a quilted smoking jacket, belted by a sash at the waist.
Under his robe, he wore a pair of striped pajamas, top and bottom. His hair was silver, remaining thick and full, and was combed straight back from his forehead.
His clean-shaven face was pink and shining, with dark brows, deepset eyes, a hawk-like nose, and thin lips.
A cool breeze played through the parlor and the rest of his suite of rooms. Uncle Walter disliked air conditioning, and cooled his personal rooms with a fan, the breezes of which constantly played over him and Jenny.
In order to improve the circulation of the air, the door to his bedroom was open. From where Jenny sat, facing that open door, she could see a portion of the room, including the antique fourposter bed with its overhead canopy.
Looking at her uncle, a genial silver-haired middle aged gentleman, Jenny found it hard to believe that he had once been the rapacious real estate pirate whose shrewd, hard, complex deals had built up a massive fortune.
Wealth and its seductive ways were new to this young miss, who had been raised in resolutely middle class surroundings by her Aunt Gloria.
From time to time, she had been brought by Aunt Gloria to visit her wealthy Uncle Walter, who seemed to grow fonder and fonder of the little lady as she left girlhood behind and reached puberty.
Her recent visits had been of increasing duration, so that where she and Aunt Gloria once stayed for a night or a weekend, they now visited for weeks at a time.
This was her longest visit, since she would be spending the summer, with her guardian Aunt Gloria, living in one of the many guest rooms in the mansion.
It was a novel way for Jenny to vacation. Aunt Gloria had promised her that it would be a real education for the girl.
She and Aunt Gloria had only been staying at the house for the last ten days or so, having arrived about a week or two after Jenny had finished up the term of her year in the junior high school she attended.
Before this summer, the girl was annually packed up and sent off to summer camp. This was the first summer she would spend with Aunt Gloria.
Jenny and Uncle Walter sipped the refreshing iced tea. Jenny's parted pink lips were moist with the cool liquid, as she pressed the rim of the frosty glass to her mouth, tilted back her head, sipped and swallowed.
When the glasses at last were drained, Jenny put them on a tray and set them outside the door of Uncle Walter's room, placing the tray on the floor just outside the door, where one of the servants could fetch it later.
"Close the door, darling ," Uncle Walter said.
Jenny obeyed. Her skirt swirled around her knobby pink knees as she crossed the room and came to the area where her uncle sat.
"How pretty you are!" Uncle Walter held out his hands to her.
His hands were heavily veined on their backs, with "fingers like dry brown sticks. They took Jenny's slim-fingered hands in their own and fondly squeezed them.
Releasing his grip on the girl at last, Uncle Walter patted the top of his thigh. "Come, sit on my lap, you little darling!"
Once more Jenny obeyed. She was a most docile girl, and generally did what her elders told her to do, within limits.
She didn't know it-couldn't have dreamed of it-but before very long, the limits of her obedience were going to expand to new realms beyond her wildest imaginings.
So, she sat down on the lap of grinning Uncle Walter, who fought to keep that grin from becoming a leer when the girl parked her pert bottom on his lap.
Jenny sat down on his lap, her buttocks pressing warmly on his groin, her calves and feet dangling over the side of his thighs.
He slipped an arm around her waist and held her tightly, smiling as he did so. Jenny was a sheltered lass, and saw nothing wrong in such an innocent pasttime.
Uncle Walter was most fond of her. He was always hugging her and kissing her, always stroking her like some little pet and fussing over her.
Such attentions had not endeared her to his many other relatives and hangers-on, who resented anyone more in the millionaire's good graces than themselves.
He held her and squirmed under her, loving the way that the warm weight of her buttocks pressed down on his genitals.
"What a pretty little thing you are, what a darling!" he fussed. "Now tell me, Jenny dearest, where on earth did you ever get such golden hair?"
"Oh, Uncle Walter, I don't know," Jenny giggled.
As she giggled, her buttocks rolled over his genitals even more, although the innocent miss was entirely unaware of the effect she was having on him.
Red color flared in his face, and his eyes were hot, calculating. His mouth was still shaped in the genially indulgent grin he wore habitually in her presence.
He hugged her tightly, his puckered lips pressing the side of her face in a wet smooching kiss which brought a bit of a blush to her cheeks .
Still fussing over her, he took hold of one of her braids, which lay in his weathered palm like a length of golden silken rope.
He fondled her hair, teasing her, coaxing a fresh bout of giggling from her by rubbing the end of the braid against her face.
He breathed harder, his mouth watering. Her hair was close to his face and he could smell the faint, sweetly natural scent of her tresses.
Excitement pounded in his pulse, setting off a powerful throbbing in his penis. That throbbing, once begun, could only continue.
Continue it did. Shifting around on the pretense of making himself more comfortable, he managed to rub his stimulated member against her bottom.
Believing that his squirmings were nothing more than his getting into a more comfortable position, Jenny thought nothing of: it.
Indeed, the idea of herself as sexually stimulating had hardly occurred to Jenny at this early stage in the development of her womanhood.
Like virtually all adolescent girls, who have only recently reached puberty, Jenny was confused, concerned, and highly conscious of her body.
Many a night, safely locked in the privacy of the rosy little room at home, Jenny had examined herself naked in the mirror.
First making sure her door was locked, and her windows were fully curtained and covered, Jenny would strip down to bare flesh.
She would stand facing the mirror, critically peering at her reflected image, examining the blossoming of her body.
Puberty was strange. Since she had gotten her first period, her body, so familiar to her and thus taken for granted, was transformed into a thing of wonder.
Girlhood was left far behind as she changed and ripened. Her chest, formerly as flat as a board, had budded with the soft tender roundnesses of blossoming breasts.
Fleecy hairs, soft as silk, had sprouted on the gently arched mound of her little pussy, until a pale blonde bush, thin and fair, lay there.
And there were other, inner developments as well-like the way she would get so hot and bothered sometimes, until she couldn't stand it.
At school, like all the other little darlings her age, Jenny had watched with keen eyes the development of her female classmates.
They all were at that awkward age where dolls were set aside for real, live boys and the intricate rituals of the teen courting game.
Some girls grew up faster, others slower. Adrian Mitola, a girl who was in her class, already had womanly breasts and a darkly bushed pussy.
Of course, that maybe didn't count, since Adrian had stayed back, and was a year older than her other classmates.
But then there was Cherry Hoyle, one of Jenny's best friends. Cherry had soft brown hair and dark eyes and a very nubile body.
In the shower room and the locker room of the girls' gym, Jenny had often covertly studied the different physiques of her schoolgirl associates.
Cherry really was built. Her breasts were like pears, full and shapely, coming to a point, with dark pink nipples.
And Cherry also had a dark brown bush, a patch of fleece much darker in color than the hair of her head.
By contrast, Jenny was not entirely satisfied with the ripening of her own flesh. If Cherry's breasts were the size of pears, then Jenny's breasts were the shape and size of plums, forming pert soft swellings at her bosom.
Jenny wished she. was built like Cherry. But, it could have been worse, since there were some girls in her grade who had not gotten their periods at all yet, and whose chests were flat and their pussies smooth and hairless.
Still, Jenny could not help but wish that she would really ripen out-although she was not sure if she could handle all the attention from boys which Cherry got.
Cherry had confessed to Jenny that sometimes it got obnoxious, when the boys in class kept staring at her tits.
More than once, when she had been with her friend, Jenny had seen not just boys in junior high school, but high school guys, and even men, looking over Cherry with lust in their eyes.
Jenny herself had gotten such hot, sizzling looks from men once or twice, men who looked her up and down and liked what they saw.
It scared Jenny, to be looked over by a hot-eyed male who stared as though seeing right through her dress and undies at the coltish body beneath.
It was scary but flattering, at least in retrospect, when she was safely away from those strangers and could reflect on their desire for her.
She knew Cherry was eager to go all the way. Jenny was not so eager, and in fact was highly nervous about giving up her all.
What it was like-sex, that is-was the number one topic of conversation between the tender young teen girls at junior high school ... and of the boys as well.
Jenny wondered what it would be like. She had been on dates with boys, and made out lots of time. But for her, making out only went as far as prolonged sessions of open-mouthed kissing with tongues, generally.
Once or twice, she had let boys that she really liked feel her tender little titties, if only through her blouse.
Some of her girlfriends would permit boys to fondle their bare breasts, but Jenny was hardly prepared to permit such liberties.
Wistfully, she thought that it must be dreamy, if the boy would be real gentle. Her little titties were so sensitive to the touch!
Often, during her night-time sessions of staring into the mirror at her naked self, Jenny would handle her body.
She would stroke her titties. As sensitive as they were, each gliding pass of her caressing fingers over her breasts would set her a-quivering.
Then, under that slow, smooth, stroking sensation, her tiny nipples would tingle and then stiffen into a pair of rock-hard little points.
When her nipples stood out stiff and straight, they were more sensitive than ever, so that she would get breathless and really hot from touching them.
And there was more ... sometimes, when she got so hot that she had to do something, she would hurry to her single bed and lay down on her back.
Spreading her long skinny legs, she would put her hand between them and softly touch her pink-lipped, delicate little pussy.
As her fondlings set the pussy lips glowing with erotic warmth, drops of humid moisture would ooze inside her pussy.
The more she rubbed and touched herself, the wetter and hotter she would get inside her slit, and indeed all over her body.
Then she would squeeze her eyes shut and let her fingertips steal to the little button of pearly-pink flesh that was her clitoris.
She would rub and stroke and squeeze her clitoris, kindling a fire in her flesh until that fire swept over her.
Then she would know the sweet, shattering release of orgasm.
This she would do for herself-but no boy had ever so much as put his hand on her bare breast, not to mention her pussy.
Once, when she was really hot, a boy she really liked had taken hold of her hand and pressed it on the swollen lump of flesh that was his erection.
He rubbed her hand against his penis, which was wrapped in the denim crotch of his blue jeans. She masturbated him through his pants.
When he came, she had thought that he was going to pass out, so intense was his reaction when he orgasmed.
Such was the extent of her sexual experience at the start of summer.
Now, as she sat on the lap of kindly Uncle Walter, a frown knitted her brows, and rosy red spots of blushing color flared in her rounded cheeks.
She felt something hard and swollen pressing her buttocks-something stiff and lumpy in the crotch of Uncle Walter's pajamas.
She tried to ignore it as best she could. Her face burned with a bright red blush. Anxiously she chewed her lower Up.
Innocent as she was, she had been with enough boys to know a hard-on when she felt it pressing against her.
"Such a sweet child," Uncle Walter cooed, as he caressed her hair and face. His face burned hot and red, too, but not from blushing.
Jenny might have sat on his lap for a long, long time, but it was Uncle Walter himself who eased her off his lap and on her feet.
Blushing in a state of swirling confusion at this turn of events-never had there been anything sexual between her and Uncle Walter-Jenny stood up, smoothing down her skirt to mask her distracted state.
Warm sweaty wetness was sticky under the arms of her sleeveless thin dress. When she sat on his lap, her panties had pressed into her crotch.
She cast a quick sidelong glance down at his lap, quickly looking away as she saw the swollen bulge which lifted the crotch off his pajamas.
Uncle Walter was cool and collected, showing not the slightest sign of shame at the stiffly swollen erection which bulged in his pants.
He rose from the chair to his feet, the flaps of his dressing gown falling over his crotch, and thankfully covering his state of arousal.
Uncle Walter shuffled across the floor, the soles of his soft slippers sliding over the intricately patterned carpeting.
He paused at the open "doorway of his room. "Don't go away, darling little Jenny girl-I'll be right back!"
"I have something that I want to show you, dear," he added, winking bawdily before he entered his bedroom and vanished behind the wall.
Jenny stood there , sweat oozing from her palms, face hot and red, She told herself that Uncle Walter's arousal had been purely accidental and innocent.
After all, he was a male, and he might have gotten hard from the way his groin was pressed by her bottom when she sat on his lap, and "Look, Jenny!"
Once more, Uncle Walter was in view, standing out-lined in the open doorway of his bedroom, facing her.
Only this time, his robe was open, and his pajama bottoms were down, being held by him in one hand, so that they hung at his knees.
His other hand clutched a red, swollen, nakedly exposed erection.
"Look what Uncle Walter's got for his little Jenny girl!"
His laughter followed her as she ran.
CHAPTER TWO
"Jenny, take off your dress."
"Aunt Gloria, no, please-"
"Jenny! Do as I say, or this will go even harder with you."
The sharp, strict, no-nonsense tones of Aunt Gloria's voice cut off Jenny in mid-pro test, silencing the girl.
It was late afternoon. Aunt Gloria confronted Jenny in the front room of the suite of guest rooms which the two of them shared at the mansion.
Outside, it was still light, with hours of daylight before sunset. Aunt Gloria, a head taller than Jenny and much broader, stood with arms folded over her bosom.
Jenny was more confused and upset than ever, due to the unexpected reaction of her guardian to the tale she had told about Uncle Walter.
Gloria was in her late thirties, or early forties-she could never quite be pinned down on her exact age, since she exercised her woman's prerogative to fudge the date of her birth. She was big-boned and powerful, mentally and physically.
Gloria was a handsome brunette. Everything about her was just the slightest bit oversized and overdone, making her larger than life.
She was tall, with a large head, broad shoulders, a massive bosom. The touch of thickness at her middle did not detract from the lush hourglass curves of her figure, as her hips flared out with wide womanly dimensions.
Her dark brown hair was carefully styled and coiffed, framing a square shaped face with deep-set eyes, a long nose, and wide red lips.
She wore a lightweight pale blue summer dress. The fabric was thin, sheer, and the outline of her frilly white bra could be seen through it.
Gloria was the sister of Jenny's father. After the girl's parents had perished in a plane crash when Jenny was still a toddler, Gloria had come in and raised the girl as if she was her own daughter.
It was Jenny who was related by blood to Uncle Walter, since his youngest sister had been Jenny's mother.
Gloria was somewhat glamorous. Her hair was always carefully styled, and her face always made up with exquisite care.
Her sources of income were mysterious. Ever since Jenny could remember, Aunt Gloria had kept company with a series of generous, financially secure gentlemen.
She and Jenny lived in a little house in a suburban community not too distant from the big city, where Gloria spent as much time as possible.
For this summer, though, they would be staying at Uncle Walter's-or would they? Jenny didn't know what would happen next.
Aunt Gloria's reaction had stunned, shocked, and dismayed Jenny. Usually, Gloria was broadminded and tolerant of youthful foibles.
She was no strict disciplinarian, and had always been indulgent to Jenny, and had only spanked the girl perhaps half a dozen times since they had been together.
Of course, this was partially due to the fact that Jenny was a polite and quite well behaved little miss, who rarely needed the correction of corporal punishment.
Which is why Gloria's reaction to the tale that Jenny had told was all the more startling.
The mental image picture of Uncle Walter as she had last seen him was engraved on Jenny's mind's eye.
There he stood, kindly Uncle Walter, framed in the open doorway of his bedroom.
The sash of his robe had been unknotted and opened, permitting the flaps of his garment to fall open and expose the middle of his body.
He had taken down his pajama pants, but still held them at his knees to keep them from falling all the way down to his feet.
He was nude between the bottom of his pajama top and the top of his pajama bottoms, so his groin and his genitals were starkly exposed.
The size, stiffness, and scarlet heat of his swollen erection would have done credit to a young man, so immensely rigid was it.
It was a red rod of flesh jutting from his hips, a club of flesh with a wide bullet-shaped head that blazed scarlet with erotic heat.
His balls were swollen and stiff in the sac. He gripped his hard penis at the base, with the cock head jutting out.
His thin lips were pulled back over his lips in a leer, and his face, shiny under a dripping coating of sweat, seemed as red as his member.
Panicking, Jenny had spun on her heels and fled the room, his cackling laughter pursuing her down the hall as she ran with long legs flashing.
She felt positively ill from the turmoil. The girl didn't know what to do. She was pale and dripped with cold sweat as her mind whirled.
She hoped, vainlly, that if she just didn't mention it the entire incident would be forgotten-but she knew that was a useless hope.
Hiding under the staircase, Jenny decided that her Aunt Gloria would have to be told. But when she sought out her guardian and stammeringly gave Gloria the story of what had happened to her, Gloria's reaction was shocking.
"You did what?!" Gloria said, when Jenny had finished telling her how she had run from the room when Uncle Walter displayed his stiff penis.
Dark clouds gathered on Gloria's brow, and her deepset eyes were hard, while stern lines showed in her face.
"This is very, very bad, Jenny ... for both of us," she said.
Gloria went to the door, opened it, stuck her head out in the hall to make sure that neither servants nor family listeners eavesdropped.
Satisfied that the hall was empty, she closed the door and locked it.
"Listen to me, Jenny," she began. "I suppose that it's time that we came to grips with this issue. I had meant to bring up the subject a long time before this, but I didn't think that things would happen so fast."
"I know, child, and it's partially my fault that you don't. I had meant to bring up the subject a long time before this, but I could never seem to find the right time or place to do it, and so I kept putting it off.
"Well, Jenny, it seems as though now I'll have to get into it. I had hoped to let you enjoy your girlish ways for a while longer, but it seems as though we've run out of time, and there can be no more hesitation."
Gloria took the girl by the hand and led her to where a pair of chairs faced each other. She sat Jenny down in one, and sat facing her in the other.
Gloria took Jenny's hand in hers and held it as she spoke.
"It's time that you learned the facts of life, Jenny-and I'm not talking about only the birds and the bees.
"This may be hard for you to understand, dear, but please try to bear with me. What I have to say won't be easy for either of us.
"Jenny, did you ever wonder where I get my money from?"
"Well, Aunt Gloria, I guess I always thought that you just had some savings in the bank. I don't really thing about things like that-I mean, it would seem rude of me to take too much of an interest in things like that."
"That's where you're wrong, Jennny. When you were a child, it was not necessary for you too worry about such things.
"But you're no longer a child, dear. You're growing up fast, and it's time that you found out the way things are.
"You know that I've gone out with lots of men, Jenny. Sometimes, those men, to show their gratitude and affection for me, have given me gifts. This you know. What you don't know is that those gifts, helpful as they are, are not nearly enough to pay the costs of running our house, of paying taxes and grocery bills and bills for clothes and doctors and dentists and everything else.
"I wouldn't have been able to support you by myself, dear. I'll be frank-I have no office or business skills, I have little schooling.
The only way that I've made my way in the world is through my looks.
"Ever since I took you into my home and became your guardian, I've been helped out by monthly checks. Without those checks, which have come in regularly without fail, year in and year out, adding up to thousands and thousands of dollars, I would have been quite unable to keep you and care for you."
Gloria leaned forward. "Who do you think sends those checks, Jenny?"
What small color there was in Jenny's face quite drained away, leaving the girl pale with a strained face as the implications came through to her.
Jenny said thickly, "It-it's Uncle Walter who sent the checks, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Jenny moaned.
Gloria went on, "Now you begin to understand, I think. You and I have been able to live comfortably all these years thanks to the generosity of your Uncle Walter. Without his assistance, dear, we'd be in one hell of a mess."
Gloria frowned. "If Uncle Walter should be displeased enough to stop paying those checks, we'd be sunk, dear, to put it plainly and simply.
"I wouldn't be able to keep up the payments on the house. I'd have to sell it and we'd have to move to the city. I wouldn't be able to dress you in all those pretty clothes, wouldn't be able to pay the bills for the braces which straighten your teeth. And of course, college would be completely out, since I could never swing the sky-high tuition payments. The reason that I've gone into all this financial detail, Jenny, is because it's absolutely necessary for you to have all the facts on just how dependent we are on your Uncle Walter."
"I never knew ... never knew," Jenny mumbled. "Oh, Aunt Gloria, what can I do now?! I've ruined everything!"
"Perhaps not."
"What-what do you mean?"
"I'm tossing a lot at you, Jenny, but there's no use in pulling punches. You're young, but you'll have to do a lot of growing up, awfully fast.
"Listen, Jenny-if there's one truth in this world, it's that nobody does something for nothing. Everything in this world has a price to it. Strings are always attached ... and that goes for Uncle Walter's financial aid, too.
"You're not a stupid girl, Jenny. You know what Walter wants."
"Aunt Gloria, what are you saying?!"
"Don't be naive, dear. You know what Uncle Walter wants. For your sake and mine, I urge you to give in to him and keep him happy."
Jenny reeled as though struck with a physical blow. She blinked rapidly a few times, then shook her head as if to clear it.
"Aunt Gloria, I can't believe what you're saying!"
""Of course you can, Jenny. For God's sake, grow up. Why do you think that Uncle Walter has invested all that money in you over the years?
"Maybe he has a moral obligation to take care of the only child of his sister. But there's no court in the country which can make a man pay on a moral obligation. And Walter didn't make his millions by giving something for nothing.
"He's invested in you, Jenny. And now that you're old enough, he intends to reap the rewards of that investment. You understand me, I'm sure."
"You're saying that I'm bought and paid for!" Jenny cried.
"In so many words, yes. Please don't speak up until I'm finished having my say, Jenny! It's a crude way to put it, but the truth is rarely pleasant."
Jenny shook her head. "I can't believe it-I just can't believe it!"
"Listen-in the long run, you still have the final choice. You can say no, and hold on to your virtue. It's your choice.
"But it will be the most important choice of your life, Jenny, and if you make the wrong decision, we'll both be paying for it for years to come.
"Besides, it's not so very much, what he wants from you. All you have to do is let him take what he wants. He's not sadistic or perverted, he just has a letch for young girls like yourself. All you have to do is do as he says, Jenny, and your future is assured for the rest of your life. If you say no, and don't give in, there won't be much of a future for either of us."
Jenny wailed, "But Aunt Gloria-how could I???"
For the first time since Jenny had come to her with the story, a smile, small and bitter but a smile all the same, came to Gloria's ripe red lips.
"It's easy, Jenny. All you have to do is what comes naturally."
"Aunt Gloria-I never did it before never!"
Gloria patted the girl's cheek. "Every girl has to start sometime, Jenny. As young as you are, it seems like a major life and death matter to you. But really, is it asking so very much? All you have to do is let Uncle Walter make love to you. If you have to give up your virginity, you might as well give it up to someone who can do you some real good, instead of just throwing it away on the first boy who comes along. Get smart, Jenny!"
"B-bb-but that would make me a whore!" Jenny protested.
"So? What of it? When you reach my age, Jenny, you'll know that everybody is a whore of one kind or another. Everybody sells out-so you should make sure to get the best possible price that you can."
Gloria went on speaking in this vein. Her cold-blooded analysis of the situation was shocking and yet somehow oddly bracing.
Jenny felt as though all at once she was being initiated into the mysteries of adult life, of sex and money.
The girl was starting to realize that adult life was a grimmer business than ever she had dreamed in her imaginings.
Gloria was a skilled and seductive reasoner. One by one, she listed the drastic financial hardships the two of them would have to undergo, if Uncle Walter, annoyed by the girl's obtuseness and reluctance to play along, should cut off the lavish aid he had funded Gloria and the girl with for years.
The whole dismal picture was laid out for Jenny-how she would have to give up their cozy, well loved home-how she must move from neighborhood school and friends how, in the middle of the recession, Gloria and she would suddenly be cast out to fend for themselves on their meager resources alone how there would be no pretty clothes, no fancy meals, no vacations, no college.
"Oh, Aunt Gloria, I'm so confused!" Jenny burst into tears.
Gloria leaned forward, her wide bosom straining against the front of the thin summer dress whose seams were already straining from the lushness of her breasts.
She took the girl's head in hand and pulled it to her bosom. Tears spilled from Jenny's eyes, and the girl blubbered with liquid noises.
Gloria cradled the girl's head against her chest. Jenny's face was engulfed in the yielding warmth of the pillow-like breasts.
Gloria murmured soothing words and smoothed the girl's hair against her head and stroked Jenny's shoulders which shook from sobbing.
Presently Jenny's tears tapered off, and at last the girl raised her red, tear-stained face from Gloria's breasts. Damp splotches showed where tears had stained the dress.
"I--I guess that there's only one thing for me to do," Jenny said at last.
"That's right-if you want us to go on living in the style to which we've become accustomed," Gloria said.
"Aunt Gloria, I'm scared! I never did it before!"
"It's only natural for you to be afraid, Jenny. But what it is, is fear of the unknown. I'm more afraid of things I do know-like poverty.
"I'll be frank, Jenny. We'll never starve. I can always find men who'll want to help pay my way. But honey, I'm no youngster any more, and it gets harder and harder for me to attract men who are more interested in girls young enough to be their daughters-or even their granddaughters.
"I've done all I can to raise you, Jenny. Now I'm asking-begging, really-begging you to do what only you can to for both of us.
"Don't make your decision yet, Jenny. Think about all that I've said."
Gloria gave the girl's hand a last lingering squeeze, then rose from her chair and crossed to the high windows on the other side of the room.
She pulled the curtains closed, shutting out the strong afternoon sunlight which shone in, casting the room into intimate darkness.
This section of the house was air conditioned, so that it was pleasantly cool. All the same, Jenny felt hot, sweaty, limp, and worn out.
When the curtains covered the windows, Gloria returned to Jenny. Leaning forward, she took Jenny's hands and helped the girl to her feet.
Gloria said, "Take off your dress, Jenny." Jenny stared at herr with open-mouthed surprise.
"Do as I say, Jenny. Don't worry, I won't be calling in Uncle Walter, or anybody else. I want to have a look at you myself."
Jenny shrugged but started to obey this unusual request. Her fingers went to her throat, opening the top button of her dress.
Aunt Gloria stood facing the girl. "Here, let me do that." She moved Jenny's hands down to the girl's sides.
"Do you love me, Jenny?"
"Why-yes, of course I do, Aunt Gloria!"
"And I love you." She pressed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead. "You know that I would never do anything that wasn't in your best interests."
"Yes, Aunt Gloria."
"You trust me?"
"Yes, yes, of course! It-it's just that things are happening so fast that I don't know what to do, or what to think, or anything!"
"Do what I suggest, and neither of us will be sorry. And now, let's get some of these clothes off you, so I can take a better look at you."
Aunt Gloria's hands brushed the gentle swellings of Jenny's cupcake breasts as she unbuttoned the girl's dress from neck to navel.
Peeling back the folds of the dress in front, Jenny's small bosom was exposed, the budding breasts held in the soft white cotton cups of her bra.
Gloria peeled the dress of Jenny's smooth slim shoulders and pink back and eased it off the girl's little hips.
She took the dress down. Jenny stepped out of it. Gloria picked up the dress and draped it over her forearm.
She slipped her other arm around the girl's slender waist. "Come with me, honey. You've got a lot to learn in a short time."
She took Jenny into the room which served as her, Gloria's, bedroom, a most handsomely furnished and attractively decorated boudoir.
There was the faint sweet scent of perfume and face powders. The closet door was partly open, showing the many dresses and lingerie garments hanging on the rack. The curtains were closed, throwing the room into dimness.
Gloria put Jenny's dress down on the back of a chair. She closed the bedroom door and returned to the anxious, ill-at-ease girl.
"Turn around, Jenny, so I can undo your bra.
Jenny dutifully presented her back to her aunt. In this new world where everything had been turned upside-down in the course of a few hours, Jenny was more than willing to follow the orders of the beloved guardian who had raised her since she was a chiild.
But Jenny was a child no more, nor even a girl, but was ripening into womanhood, a fact of which Gloria was all too aware.
Gloria deftly unhooked the back of the bra. She caressed Jenny's smooth shoulders as she slipped the bra straps down off them.
The soft white cups of the flimsy, lightweight cotton bra were pulled from Jenny's small breasts: . denuding those mounds of flesh.
Gloria's dark eyes smoldered from internal fires. Her breath was warm and moist on the back of the girl's neck as she stood holding Jenny's shoulders.
Gloria kissed Jenny on the back of the neck, sending chills racing up and down the girl's spine, causing her tender little breasts to tremble.
"What-Aunt Gloria, what are you doing?!"
"There are certain areas of your education that I've shamefully neglected," Gloria said smoothly. "I intend to remedy that lack of knowledge. And by teaching you one or two things I know about the varieties of love, I'm also going to show you just how much I care for you, by making you feel better than you've ever felt before."
"I-I don't understand!"
"You will." She turned the girl so Jenny was facing her. Jenny was disturbed by the new note of intimacy between her and the adult.
Jenny lowered her head, her eyes downcast, her gaze primarily seeing the melons of flesh which strained against the front of Gloria's dress.
"You're a lovely little darling, Jenny. :: lovely, so lovely."
Gloria took the girl's head in her hands. She moved her head closer, red lips puckered, and pressed them on Jenny's pink-lipped mouth.
Her lips were moist and pliant as they firmly pressed down on the lips of the girl. Strange sparks were struck from the kisses.
Gloria enfolded Jenny in her arms. For the girl, there was something comforting in having the solid bulwark of Gloria's bosomy body cradling her.
Something pressed Jenny's teeth-Gloria's tongue. Jenny, startled, started to open her mouth to say something-or did she?
She was uncertain as to what was happening and what she wanted. Jenny told herself that she had just opened her mouth to speak.
But Jenny had been kissed many times before, even in her young life. She had kissed with tongues in many a steamy make-out session with boys.
Her own emotions were all stirred up, and when she felt the tongue pressing at her, there was no doubt in her mind about what Gloria wanted.
It seemed like everybody wanted her!
Whatever her own reasons, her secret inner motivations, the fact is that Jenny opened her mouth, permitting the entry of Gloria's tongue.
Gloria's tongue slid over Jenny's, caressing it. Her lips were fastened to Jenny's, while her squirming tongue licked, probed, touched and tasted.
Strange desires flashed through the girl. A wave of heat sizzled through Jenny, blossoming in her belly, running through her veins, making her limbs weak and shaky.
The girl was shakier still when Gloria finally broke off the heated kiss and escorted the girl to the big bed.
Jenny's knees were weak, her legs rubbery. She could hardly stand, and obeyed without objection when Aunt Gloria sat her down on the bed.
Gloria eased the youngster down on her back. She had Jenny lay down on her back, head resting on the pillow, arms spread slightly out from her sides. Except for the thin pair of panties which covered her crotch and bottom, Jenny was pinkly nude. The crotch of her panties was damp with secretions sizzling in her slit.
Standing at the bedside, Gloria took off her clothes.
CHAPTER THREE
Sweat dampened Gloria's fleshy body and made her thin dress moist and clinging to her lushly, abundantly endowed physique.
Off came that dress, making sticky sounds as the fabric was peeled from her sweaty flesh. She tugged it down off her hips.
Leaving it on the floor where it had fallen, she stepped out of it, then kicked off her shoes, now dressed only in bra and panties.
Her white bra had frilly lace cups which seemed to be straining at their limits from the melon-sized mounds of flesh which were her breasts.
Her swelling breast tops were pink and creamy over the white cups, and displayed a cleavage which plunged breathtakingly.
This bra unhooked, not in the back at the bandeau, but rather in front, at the elastic strap joining the two bra cups.
When unhooked, the bra separated, dividing in the hollow at the center of her breasts. She peeled the cups from her breasts, took off the bra.
Each breast seemed as large as Jenny's head, although that was an exaggeration that the impressed youngster believed.
Freed from the confining support of the bra, the heavy breasts sagged somewhat, but still were high and solid.
Oversized breasts such as Gloria's must have nipples to match. Her nipples were a shade of dark pink, with each nipple the size of a thimble of flesh pasted on the rounded tip of those swelling creamy pink globes.
The abundant breasts jiggled and rippled with luscious allure. Her nipples were puckered with stiffness, jutting solidly, throbbingly erect.
Her panties were sheer and gauzy, cut full rather than in the scanty bikini style which young Jenny was wearing.
Gloria took down her panties, her breasts jiggling from the effort as she took down the undies, peeling them off her wide hips.
Her bush was a thick black triangle of fur, a thicket of glossy black fur whose curls shone glossily, in softly abundant profusion.
Her pussy lips were rich with flesh, intricately folded, and had a deep dark color. Now the panties were at her feet, and Gloria was naked.
She stepped out of the panties, her heavy breasts dangling dramatically as she bent over the bed, reaching for Jenny's hips.
"Let's get you all naked, dear," she said.
"Aunt Gloria-"
"Shhhhh. Not a word, now." Gloria pressed her finger across Jenny's pink lips, motioning her to silence.
"You're such a darling girl, Jenny...." Gloria slipped her fingertips inside the elastic waistband of Jenny's panties and pulled them down.
"Lift your backside for a second, dear, so I can take down these panties."
Jenny complied, and the panties were pulled past her ripely curved little buttocks and down off the mound of her pussy as well.
The voluptuous woman and the slim, coltish girl looked like members of different species as they were together.
Jenny was skinny and leggy, with prominent elbows, hipbones, and knees. Her plum-sized breasts had soft pink nipples the size of dimes pasted on their pointed tips.
So thin was the girl, that the ridges of her ribcage showed under the smooth warm covering of skin stretched across them.
Her tummy was flat, with an inward navel. Her lean hips had jutting hipbones. The slit of her pussy cleft was long and thin, with a pair of thin and delicately formed pussy lips softening the lightly bushed pussy.
Gloria climbed into bed and lay on her side facing Jenny. This position plumped up Gloria's bosom, and accented the wide bowing curve of her hip.
In this position, with Jenny beside her on her back, all the charms of the girl were open to Gloria, who sampled them.
She had already kissed the girl and now she kissed her again, open-mouthed kisses where her tongue rubbed and twined with Jenny's.
Her caressing hand moved up and down on the girl, stroking slim shoulders, sliding down to the pair of tender budding breasts.
Gloria toyed with the twin tiny nipples which stood out stiffly and throbbed when rubbed and rolled by the older woman.
Jenny now lay with her eyes closed, lashes fluttering when a certain kiss or caress would be particularly stimulating.
Jenny kept her eyes closed. She felt like she was in a dream, and feared to break the spell. She was anxious, excited.
Gloria's hand drifted down from the girl's small breasts, down between her legs, where the pressure of her hand prompted Jenny to open her thighs.
"Just relax, honey," Gloria's red lips murmured into Jenny's shell-like pink ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, darling, I'm going to love you up."
"Ooooooooooh, Aunt Gloria.. "
Gloria rubbed the delicate pussy lips, which quivered under her touch. Jenny felt sparks fly from her pussy as it was rubbed.
Now Gloria moved her head down to Jenny's narrow chest, to lavish oral attention on the girl's soft swlling little breasts.
Red color rose up into the breasts as Gloria kissed them. They shone under the sticky coating of the saliva which Gloria's licking tongue deposited.
Gloria moved back on the bed, letting her heavy dangling breasts nuzzle Jenny's hot upturned face, engulfing it in bosom flesh.
Jenny's face was covered by the yielding softness of the mounds. Her face hid in the deep cleft between the melon-sized mounds.
Jenny's mouth was open and moaning. Gloria cupped a breast, soft bosom flesh oozing through her spread fingers as she guided it to Jenny's open mouth.
She pressed the throbbing nipple against the girl's lips, then fed the nipple and a good deal of the surrounding bosom flesh into the girl's mouth.
Jenny wrapped her mouth around the warm breast which filled it. The stiff nipple felt like a pebble of throbbing flesh as her tongue glided over it.
All the while, Gloria's skilled caresses lit a fire inside the glirl's slit, which became humid and progressively more steamy under the influence.
When at last Gloria pulled her nipple from the girl's moaning mouth , she was ready and eager to taste deeply of the girl.
She knelt on the bed. Jenny lay on her back, muscles taut in her long, lean little body, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, breasts jiggling from quick shallow breathing.
Gloria took hold of the girl's slender ankles and spread Jenny's legs wide open. She then climbed in between those spread legs.
Gloria folded her legs under her, thighs going all tight and taut, plump buttocks pressing down on the backs of her heels.
Taking hold of each of Jenny's soft thin inner thighs, Gloria bowed her head, lowering it between the girl's legs and pressing her face to Jenny's crotch.
Jenny shivered and squirmed as velvet lips pressed her pussy with hot kisses.
Gloria kissed the slit up and down. Excited, her thick lashes fluttering, Jenny rolled her head from side to side on the pillow, her braids flying this way and that.
Gloria stuck out her fat pink tongue and placed it on the girl's pussy. Jenny moaned. Gloria held the girl's writhing hips down on the bed.
Saliva shone on her face. She sniffed the sweet scent of the musky perfume of Jenny's pussy, which now was internally wet with arousal.
Her licking tongue lapped up and down the labia, gliding erotically over them, making them shiny with a coating of saliva.
Jenny gyrated her hips in response to the tonguing. She cried out in delight when Gloria pressed her fat tongue inside the pussy.
The tongue parted the pussy lips and slid inside the slit, where juices oozed from humid and slippery pussy membranes.
So narrow and tight was the girl between the legs, that her pussy membranes pressed tightly on the thrusting tongue.
Gloria worked her tongue in and out, back and forth, licking, lapping, swallowing. The taste of Jenny, fresh and sweet, coated her mouth.
Gloria's hands crept upward along the girl, crawling to Jenny's small breasts with their stiff nipples and taking hold of them.
One breast in each hand, Gloria squeezed, kneaded, and fondled the girl's tender bosom while mouthing her delicious little pussy at the same time.
She rubbed and playfully pinched the tiny stiff nipples, and each time she did so, a wave of sensation sizzled through Jenny.
Gloria's head bobbed back and forth. The girl moaned disappointedly when Gloria withdrew her tongue and pulled it out of the pussy.
She pressed the tip of the tongue against the pearly button of Jenny's small, exquisite clitoris, a tender nugget of throbbing pussy flesh.
Gloria wrapped her tongue around the button of stimulation and caressed it relentlessly until she had brought Jenny to a climax.
Jenny scuffed a corner of the pillow into her mouth arid bit down on it to stifle the thin, wailing, shrieks of ecstasy which were pulled from her as she came.
When Jenny climaxed, Gloria pulled her tongue from the sizzling clitoris, but kept her mouth attached to the pussy.
Jenny's body went all tight, vibrating internally as she orgasmed. The tension reached its peak, the storm broke, and she slumped back on the bed.
Jenny was devastated by this powerful climax. She felt made of melted wax, as though there was not a bone in her body.
Liquid pleasure raced through her veins, while electric afterglow filled her and made her float like helium.
For a long time Jenny rested, but did not sleep. The orgasm had smoothed out the lines of tension which had earlier creased her face.
When at last she spoke, it was to say, "Aunt Gloria, ummmmmmmm, that was so good! Oh, oh, I never never felt like that!"
Gloria pressed kisses on each of the girl's still-stiff nipples.
Softly, now, Jenny murmured, "Aunt Gloria?"
"Yes, my little lover?"
"I-I'll do what you want me to do ... with Uncle Walter, I mean."
"That's wonderful, Jenny. I expected no less from you. But right now, I don't want to think about anyone but you, and me.
"I have something else that I want you to do for me, Jenny, something that you can do right now, darling."
Gloria rolled over and lay down on her back, heavy breasts jiggling. She told the girl to mount her by straddling her head.
"Jenny, you'll do me with your mouth the way that I just did you, dear."
"I hope I do it right, Aunt Gloria ... "
"You will. Really, there's nothing to it, it's as easy as rolling off a log. And I'll be doing you at the same time, ; so all you have to do is do like me."
Sighing heavily, Jenny sat up, wetness shining on the warm, glowing slit of her pussy, nipples standing out like pink points on her breasts.
On hands and knees she drawled to the head of the bed, to Gloria's head, where she turned so that she faced Gloria's feet.
Jenny placed her knees on either side of Gloria's head. Gloria licked her red lips with her tongue, moistening them and making them shine.
Reaching up, she wrapped her hands around Jenny's lean bony hips, and pulled the girl's crotch down on her face, on her open waiting mouth.
Jenny gasped when her pussy lips, still sensitive from the earlier orgasm, pressed down on the parted lips of her aunt/lover.
Her pussy lips split and spread, exposing dripping pink membranes which smeared rich secretions on Gloria's mouth and face.
Jenny leaned forward, until the stiff tips of her little breasts grazed Gloria's fleshy belly with its ripples of soft flesh.
Gloria spread her legs wide apart, opening her thighs and exposing her pussy.
Gingerly, but aroused, Jenny lowered her face down to the older woman's crotch.
During the earlier session of steamy sex, Gloria had pleasured, but had not had her own desires attended to.
Now she would....
Jenny was fascinated. Never before had she beheld a naked pussy from so close a vantage point, and never before had she beheld the thickly bushed, fleshily lipped sex of a full-grown female adult.
As her face pressed the crotch, the pungent aroma of Gloria's sex filled her nostrils its flowery perfume making the girl lightheaded, intoxicated.
Gloria's bush was a thicket of glossy black curls, while her pussy lips were thick and dark and lay quivering under the girl's soft breath.
Gloria bent her legs at the knees, raising them.
Jenny pressed a soft kiss on her aunt's pussy.
The labia were fleshy, full, warm, soft. They quivered when caressed by the kissing lips of the little teen girl.
Jenny kissed the lips up and down. Beneath her face, the pussy lips flared hotly under the inexpert but arousing kisses of the girl.
Gloria clenched her buttocks and squirmed her hips, working them back and forth in response to the kisses plastered down on them.
Her thighs, sleek and smooth and warm, pressed the sides of Jenny's head. The girl's blonde braids lay across her aunt's wide womanly hips.
Gloria worked on Jenny with slow, easy, assured skill. She pressed hot kisses on the pussy lips, then lanced her tongue up inside the girl.
Jenny oohed and aahed as she was penetrated by the probing tongue, and her pussy membranes heaved and slid, convulsively shivered.
She realized that she should follow the lead of her aunt. Jenny parted her lips and protruded her pointed pink tongue.
She licked up and down Gloria's pussy lips, caressing them as she coated them with saliva.
Gloria loved this treatment, and she rocked her hips more forcefully against the kissing lips and licking tongue of the little lady.
Jenny put the tip of her tongue in the junction of the pussy lips and licked up and down, gliding her tongue up and down the slot.
Now she pushed her tongue within the lips, prying them apart and shoving her tongue into the slippery steamy inferno of Gloria's sex.
Her tongue tingled as it was coated with the thick rich secretions of a woman. The taste was electric and raced through her.
Gloria rocked her hips, pressing her pussy up against Jenny's mouth, grinding into her, rubbing her pussy back and forth.
Her own tongue lanced into Jenny, licking her up and down and all around, lapping at her, slurping up and swallowing her juices.
Inside her tender slit, Jenny was all squishy and wet and hot and dripping.
Now Gloria took her tongue out of Jenny's pussy and slid it up to the top of the girl's slit and pressed it against the clitoris.
That contact was so stimulating that Jenny took a few minutes to remember that she should return the service and do the same for Gloria.
And so she did ... she withdrew her tongue from Gloria's steamy pussy and pressed her tongue under the butterfly lips of Gloria's pussy at the top of the slit.
Nestled down below there was a fat swollen clitoris, one which was exceptionally long, like a little finger of flesh.
Jenny touched her tongue to the throbbing button-it throbbed harder. Gloria moaned, and since her mouth was attached to Jenny's pussy, the vibrations of her moans shot through Jenny's dripping wet pussy.
Jenny's parted lips framed the fleshy button of the clitoris. She applied her tongue tip to it, licking it back and forth, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed of the flickering tongue.
Gloria's thighs, sleek now with sweat, pressed tightly against Jenny's face, holding the girl's head in place between her legs.
Gloria rocked her hips faster and demandingly ground her pussy against Jenny's mouth, smearing thick secretions all over the girl's face.
The erotic action of Gloria's lips and tongue on her own pussy threatened to undo the girl's concentration on mouthing her aunt.
Suddenly, one more licking pass of her tongue across Gloria's pussy was the final stroke necessary to make her climax.
Climax she did, heavily. She pressed her thighs tightly against Jenny's head, squeezing it, pressing the girl's face into her pussy.
Gloria's big buxom body was vibrated by fleshquakes, the center of which was her coming pussy, with the flashpoint of the explosion her orgasming clitoris.
Gloria had to stop licking and kissing Jenny's own little slit for an instant, so overcome was she by the force of her furious climax.
Countless times, living under the same roof as the tender teen, Gloria, strongly bisexual, had dreamed of bedding her young miss.
The reality was even sweeter than her fantasies....
Some time passed before Gloria had recovered sufficiently from her climax to put her mouth back to work on Jenny's steamy little slit.
Shortly after that, the action of her tongue on the girl's most tenderly intimate sexual parts had shaken Jenny with a strong orgasm.
Jenny weakly dismounted from her aunt's licking, sucking mouth, and she and Gloria lay weak and dazed on the damp, sweaty bed, resting.
Gloria stroked the girl's trembling little breasts and quivering flanks while she discussed plans, strategies, and tactics.
So enthralled was Jenny by this session of steamy ecstasy, that she was ready to go through with all that Gloria suggested.
So it was that some hours later, Jenny once more faced Uncle Walter.
There were three of them in the front parlor of his room-Jenny, Aunt Gloria, and Walter himself. The bedroom door was closed this time.
It was early in the evening, about eight o'clock, but Jenny was already dressed for bed, but not necessarily for sleep.
Uncle Walter sat in his chair, dressed as he had been earlier today, with his pajama pants modestly covering his genitals, and his robe belted closed.
His face was red and eager, and he kept leering at the girl before him.
Gloria stood behind Jenny, holding the girl by her slim shoulders, the tips of her heavy breasts nuzzling Jenny's back.
Gloria wore a lightweight one-piece dark blue dress, sleeveless, whose hem came down to the middle of her knees.
Since the afternoon, she had bathed and refreshed herself, so that she now showed none of the steamy excitements which had covered her full-figured form with shining streams of perspiration during the afternoon sex session.
Once more she was cool and collected, her carefully composed and controlled face showing no sign off the inner excitement sizzling through her.
Jenny was equally refreshed, if not nearly so skilled at controlling her feelings of nervous anxiety.
She was reassured by the presence of her Aunt Gloria, who would protect her.
Earlier, before dinner, Gloria had dressed and gone to seek out Uncle Walter, with whom she had a long heart-to-heart chat in the privacy of his room.
Between Gloria and Walter was the understanding shared by a pair of pleasure-driven highly-sexed hedonists, able to speak with perfect frankness.
He assured her that he was not in the least bit angry at Jenny's fleeing from him when he had exposed himself to her.
Indeed, he was quite amused by her reaction. For a jaded voluptuary like himself, whose flagging system required ever greater amounts of stimulation, the tender virgin's honest reactions were a source of leering delight.
Gloria told him that she had talked long and earnestly to Jenny, and had convinced the shy, inexperienced girl to see the light.
She arranged to bring Jenny to him after the evening meal.
Neither Walter, Jenny, nor Gloria joined the rest of the family in the dining hall at the dinner table this evening.
Uncle Walter had his meal delivered to his room by one of the servants. He ate well but lightly, not wanting to weigh himself down with a too-heavy meal.
Gloria spent the time getting Jenny ready. The girl was hustled into the tub and thoroughly washed and scrubbed.
Gloria had done a good deal of the washing herself, arousing the girl by soaping up her tender little breasts and rinsing them dry.
When the masses of frothy foam were washed off Jenny's breasts , her little nipples stood out stiff and straight and throbbing.
They looked so cute, that Gloria just had to plant impulsive sucking kisses on each swollen pointed pink nipple.
She had Jenny stand up on her knees in the tub, so that she could personally wash the girl's crotch and bottom. Jenny's face flared bright red as the soapy hands caressed her little bush and pussy, lathering foamy masses of soap thereon.
Under the bubbling coating of soap, Jennys pussy lips burned red and bright with erotic warmth.
Gloria could have easily fondled the girl into orgasm, but did not. She preferred to keep Jenny hot and sexed-up and hungry for erotic satisfaction.
She rinsed off Jenny, rivulets of bath water washing away the scallops of soap which oiled the girl's bush and labia.
Jenny's bottom came in for equal attention, and was scrubbed both inside and out. Jenny moaned from the feeling of having her soapy buttocks handled by her aunt, so that those rounded globes of flesh slid and glided in Gloria's caressing hands.
Jenny's blonde hair was washed, shampooed, rinsed. Taken dripping from the bath, the girl was toweled dry and dusted lightly with bath powder.
It was early, but Gloria had the girl dress for bed in garments which she had selected as the most appropriate for the evening.
At the arranged time, Gloria escorted the girl down the winding halls to the living quarters of Uncle Walter.
Now she delivered Jenny to the lustful millionaire.
CHAPTER FOUR
Once again Jenny was on Uncle Walter's lap. Only this time, she did not sit on it, but rather lay stretched face down across it.
Jenny would be spanked.
Clever Aunt Gloria, strategist of sex and master tactician of lust, had been the one who set up all the arrangements.
She knew well that when a gentleman reaches the age of Uncle Walter, he can often use the additional stimulation of a bit of kinky sex.
Spanking the girl would be a harmless and hot way for the middle aged millionaire to get his hands on the tender teen-a bit of foreplay which would put the girl in the position of being more open to other liberties.
As far as Uncle Walter was concerned, there were no hard feelings about Jenny's having fled from his exposed erection earlier that day.
Indeed, he expected no less, and would have been greatly disappointed if his niece had been receptive to such an outrageous advance.
After all, Jenny was a virtuous virgin, not a little hard-edged slut who could cold-bloodedly spread her legs at the flash of an exposed cock.
The girl's inexperience, her combination of child and woman in the body and mind of a tender thirteen year old girl, was incredibly exciting to Uncle Walter.
So it was that Jenny would be "punished" disciplined for having run away this afternoon, punished with a bare bottom spanking from Uncle Walter.
It all was part of Gloria's plan. Being spanked like a little girl would create desired attitudes in Jenny's psychology.
Being punished like a child would create a feeling of child-like helplessness and vulnerability in her-an attitude which Gloria knew well would be feverishly exciting to a jaded old voluptuary like Uncle Walter.
It would reinforce a feeling of docility and submission in the girl, one which would translate into other, more sexually intimate areas.
All of this went into Gloria's reasoning, little of which she told to Jenny. She wanted the girl to react more or less naturally, with the charm of naturalness and fresh reaction, rather than having the girl be coached into a role which would cause her to lose some of the spontaneity of youth.
Besides, Jenny was under her spell. Gloria had suspected for some time that Jenny was ripe for seduction by a skilled older female such as herself.
She had noticed in the last year or two that Jenny had gotten "crushes" on some of her young and pretty lady teachers in school.
These "crushes" were all perfectly innocent and nonsexual in action, but to Gloria they hinted at a desire for female/female love which could be exploited.
She had not wanted to rush the girl into experience, preferring to let Jenny enjoy the last autumnal days of girlhood before being recruited into the ranks of ex-virgins and those who are sexually experienced.
Gloria had exercised no little self-control in this, since she was highly susceptible to the charms of young girls.
Jenny had been a beautiful child, and now that she had reached puberty she was a lovely young lady, coltish, yes, but with none of the awkwardness or ungainliness of girls who have reached that uncertain age.
For over a year now, since Jenny had gotten her first period, since the first silken hairs grew on her pubic mound and the first soft bumps of flesh sprouted from her formerly flat chest, Gloria had stifled her desire and kept her hands off the girl.
This long period of self-enforced abstinence now was at an end.
Jenny was her little lover ... and it was only the beginning of what she had planned for the girl-a first step in a sentimental education in the ways of lust.
In a way, Gloria felt a hot red spark of flashing jealousy at having to share her little fair-haired thirteen year old with Uncle Walter.
Still, an ultra-realist like Gloria knew the advantages of having Jenny become the toy of the girl-loving millionaire.
In bed, Jenny had been shy at first, until Gloria's skilled kisses and caresses kindled a fire in her young smooth flesh.
Then the girl's thin high-pitched voice had wailed with lust, now once but often, as she was driven to orgasm more than once.
In bed, afterward, resting, Jenny had felt alive in every nerve and muscle and pore of her flesh, with her pussy a steamy mass of pleasure.
Each little kiss and fondling gesture had sent shivers of desire through her. She had felt wanton and uninhibited-new sensations for this demure miss.
But now that she was out of that steamy bed of lesbian lust, and was presented to Uncle Walter, much of the girl's anxious timidity returned.
It showed in her fair-haired head, which was bowed; in her wide pale blue eyes, which were downcast and staring at her small bare feet; in her nervous shiftings and squirmings, as she transferred her weight from one foot to the other.
Gloria stood behind her, hands on the girl's shoulders. She gave Jenny a quick reassuring squeeze, then brought the youngster to Uncle Walter.
Jenny was dressed for bed. She wore a pale pink, lightweight robe over a pair of shortie pajamas, lightweight and gauzy for summer.
The two-piece set of pajamas consisted of a camisole top and a pair of panties cut wide rather than in bikini style.
The cami and panties were snow-white, gauzy, sheer, and clung to her form. The cami top had lace straps stretching over her slim pink shoulders.
"Here she is, Uncle Walter," Gloria announced firmly, "all ready to take her medicine like a big grownup girl!"
Uncle Walter's lined pink face glowed redly, with his eyes glinting. His hands reached out for the girl, trembling with eagerness as they did so.
"First, we'll have to take off this robe," remarked Gloria, who proceeded to do just that as she slipped the robe off Jenny's shoulders.
Jenny felt nakedly exposed when the robe was taken off her, and in truth, the pajamas she wore did little to provide coverage.
Her small plum-sized breasts pressed out in the front of the cami, with her tiny nipples forming little points of flesh.
Her skin was very pink and smooth, where it was not covered. The panties were tight and pressed her pubic mound and hugged her buttocks.
"Come to me, little Jenny girl," wheezed Uncle Walter.
The girl, prompted by Gloria, moved forward until she stood at arm's length within the reach of Uncle Walter.
Excitement caused him to rub his leathery palms together, like a fly washing its hands. Redness shone hotly in his face.
Jenny stood with her hands behind her back and her head bowed low.
-"It was very, very naughty of you to run away from me this afternoon, dear," Uncle Walter chided, "especially since you had not )een excused and given permission to leave. Of course, I make allowances for your youth, but even so, I feel that discipline must be maintained, and your Aunt Gloria fully agrees with me."
"Indeed I do," chimed Gloria.
"I presume that Gloria has fully acquainted you with the facts concerning out little relationship, hmmmmmmm?" Uncle Walter questioned.
"Y-y-y-yes, Uncle Walter," Jenny murmured. "And you do realize why you are here, my child?"
"Yes, Uncle Walter." After a pause, in which Gloria and Uncle Walter waited for Jenny to speak, the girl continued: "I was a bad girl, Uncle Walter. I want to apologize. I want to ask you to punish me for being so naughty."
"Those are my sentiments exactly, young lady. And this being the case, I see no further reason for delay in carrying out the sentence!"
"Yes, Uncle Walter."
He slapped the tops of his thighs. "Over my lap, little missy!"
His hands reached for the girl as approached him from the side to assume the position. Jenny's face burned red and hot!
She stretched out awkwardly across his lap. The crotch of her panties pressed uncomfortably into her pussy, as the panties rode up on her lean hips.
Her groin pressed his. He moved her around on his lap, putting her into the best position for the spanking.
Jenny's head hung down. Her hair was done up in that pair of braids. Additionally, each braid was decorated with a little white satin bow.
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands stretched down in front of her, the fingertips just grazing the carpeted floor.
Uncle Walter, excited, breathed hard. "and now I must take down those pretty panties, young lady, in order to spank you on the bare!"
Jenny groaned, heated red shame flushing her face. She squeezed her eyes shut anxiously chewed her pouting lower lip.
Gloria hovered over the scene, eyes glittering and flashing with heated lust, arms sternly folded over her wide, massive bosom.
Her nipples tingled heavily, puckered, and became stiffly erect.
Uncle Walter's hands shook as he reached for the panties. Sheer and tight they were, stretched taut across the girl's ripely rounded rump.
Jenny flinched and moaned as trembling fingers took hold of the waistband of her panties and peeled them down to the tops of her thighs.
Her buttocks were bared. Uncle Walter stared and groaned as he beheld the sheer loveliness of that youthful derriere.
"And now to business," he muttered, as his arm circled the girl's thin waist and pulled her close and held her down on his lap.
The panties had been pulled down in the back, but at the front they were still up and in place, so that her bush and pussy still remained covered:
Her rounded buttocks jiggled and shook. Uncle Walter rolled his eyes in sheer delight, then exchanged lustful, knowing glances with Gloria.
"Since you generally are a wonderfully well behaved young lady, Jenny, and no problem child, I'm inclined to be merciful.
"For that reason, I only intend to give you ten solid smacks on your bottom. Now, what do you say to that, my dear girl?"
"Th-thank you, Uncle Walter ... "
"You're so very welcome, darling. And now to begin.
Ten times his open palm slapped down sharply but not viciously on the girl's backside, cracking with the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh.
Ten times the open palm slapped the buttocks, which jiggled from the impact, and showed red spots of heated color where the hand had fallen.
Each time she was spanked, Jenny moaned and cried out. She covered her face with her hands. The buttocks jiggled long after being slapped.
Each time that he spanked her bottom, his hand rested familiarly on the buttocks for longer and longer periods of time.
Heat rose up in those tingling buttocks, spreading through the girl.
Below her, sliding and squirming and shifting under her panty-covered pussy, Jenny felt Uncle Walter's penis stiffen and grow.
His member expanded into an erection within a matter of seconds from the first swat. After that, it stayed stiff and hard.
It felt like a piece of pipe or a length of cable down there, under Jenny, except that this length of swollen penis flesh burned hotly.
As she was swatted on the backside during the spanking, Jenny shifted and squirmed and made little cries which were music to Uncle Walter's ears.
Her various shiftings and squirmings and fidgetings only heated his hard penis and made it stiffer and even more aroused.
By the time the tenth swat was delivered to her backside, her buttocks glowed with a warm and tingling rosy-red color.
Jenny moaned and murmured. Uncle Walter, after planting the tenth swat in place, rested his hand on her backside.
He started rubbing and kneading her buttocks. Jenny was electrified by this open handling of her precious backside.
She moaned and chewed her lip to keep from crying out loud.
Uncle Walter's hand squeezed, kneaded, and stroked the quivering bottom cheeks. His hand followed a fondling course down to the bottoms of the cheeks.
In back, her panties formed a rolled line of white fabric, where they had been pulled down and lay across her thighs.
Uncle Walter tugged those rolled panties down just a bit farther, so that the delicate pink slit of her pussy was exposed.
Jenny gasped loudly when Uncle Walter's probing finger pressed her pussy.
"Easy does it, Jenny girl," Aunt Gloria cautioned. "If you act up and make a fuss, you can easily have another ten spanks, or even twenty."
"What a beautiful little girl!" Uncle Walter caressed the quivering pussy lips, while tears moistened Jenny's eyes.
"Hurt you, my dear? Jenny, you wound me! I would never really hurt you, you little darling ... why, I positively adore you!"
His fingers rolled up and down her pussy lips. "Now, this doesn't hurt, does it? Or this ... or this? No, of course they don't."
He took hold of both her pussy lips between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a little squeeze which made Jenny moan, but not with pain.
"Oh, Uncle Walter, what are you doing? I feel so strange!"
"It's nothing compared to what you're doing to me, little lady! Here, get off my lap, darling, and I'll show you!"
Aunt Gloria's heavy breasts shifted and swelled in her blouse as she bent forward from the waist to assist the girl in rising off Uncle Walter's lap.
Jenny rose and stood up, facing Uncle Walter. In front, her little pair of white panties had dropped down, so that her tufted bush was exposed.
And of course in the back, her bottom was totally uncovered.
Jenny cast a quick glance down between Uncle Walter's legs, where the crotch of his pajama bottoms rose in a tent-like bulge.
Jenny sniffled, blinked back her tears. Pouting prettily, she put her hands on her backside to rub some of the soreness out.
"My fanny hurts. Uncle Walter!"
"Why then, I'll kiss it and make it better, dear!"
Aunt Gloria turned Jenny so that her back and bottom faced Uncle Walter, seated still in his padded and deeply cushioned armchair.
"Lean forward, Jenny," Gloria urged, "that's my good girl."
Jenny bent forward from the waist, with Gloria helping support the girl so that she could maintain her balance.
When she bent forward from the waist, her buttocks were thrust outward. Rosy red spots of color shone on her pink buttocks where the spanking had fallen.
Uncle Walter leaned forward in his chair and took hold of her lean hips in his hands. Sweat moistened his leathery palms.
His pink tongue licked thin bluish lips as he pushed his red face forward, until Jenny's sensitized bottom tingled from his hot breath.
"A great big kiss-or two-or three, or ten, or twenty!-for such a beautiful, beautiful bottom," enthused Uncle Walter.
Jenny's backside was pressed by a pair of kissing lips. Uncle Walter planted hot kisses on her rear while clutching her hips.
He nuzzled her bottom with his face, the buttocks rippling as his sweating sharp-featured visage glided over warm, creamy bottom flesh.
But Uncle Walter, once started on this delightful oral adoration of her backside, could hardly restrain himself and halt at merely kissing that bottom.
When it seemed that his puckered lips had hotly pressed each and every inch of her rear, his tongue slipped out to lick the buttocks as well.
Jenny gasped, her pale blue eyes widening from the shock and the intense sensation of the tongue darting up and down her backside.
Saliva smeared on Uncle Walter's face as well as the rippling buttocks he so lovingly, lingeringly licked.
When he raised his heated face from her backside, both face and bottom shone with a silvery coating of his saliva.
But he did not do it by halves. He took hold of her buttocks, one in each hand, and pulled them to the sides, spreading them and opening them.
Jenny really gasped as he held her buttocks wide apart, exposing the little pink button of flesh that was her rosebud anus.
"Just relax, Jenny," soothed Gloria, with some sternness in her voice to stifle any little rebellion the young lass might make at having this intimate part of her body uncovered and orally stimulated.
"I'm so wild about my little Jenny girl that I want to kiss her all over!"
Uncle Walter proved the truth of this observation by wedging his face between her buttocks, which pressed his cheeks.
His puckered lips pressed her quivering little anus and smooched it wetly.
"Oooh!"
Jenny squirmed from a combination of shame and desire, since the rubbing of sucking velvet lips on her little hole set off incredible sensations in her.
Gloria pressed tightly against the girl, firmly holding her. After a prolonged bottom kiss, Uncle Walter came up for air.
"Every part of this darling girl is a delight!" he enthused.
"Careful there, Uncle Walter," said Gloria, "you'll turn this little girl into a sassy spoiled creature with such compliments!"
"I don't care-Jenny deserves to be spoiled, to be covered with compliments and kisses, and that's what I'm going to do!"
This remark pleased Gloria greatly, promising as it did a bright future for the girl who was the desired lobe and lust object of the childless millionaire.
"I have an idea," Gloria said. "Why don't you have Jenny take off all her pajamas, so you can see her in her birthday suit, as she should be seen?"
"A wonderful idea!" Uncle Walter took hold of the chair arms and, grunting with the effort, pulled himself up out of the chair.
He stood facing Jenny, who once more stood up straight, instead of bending forward as she had done for the session of bottom kissing and licking.
"First, we'll take off the top," Uncle Walter said.
He gripped the gauzy camisole and pulled it upward, rolling it up the lean long torso of the little miss, freeing it from her flesh.
Jenny's breasts were bared. Instinctively, the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, so that they covered her small, superb bosom.
"Modest, my girl?" chuckled Uncle Walter. "That won't do! Oh, it's all very well for you to be modest in the rest of the mansion, but when you're with me, I want you all naked and lovely, the way God made you!"
Aunt Gloria took hold of Jenny's hands and pulled the girl's arms to her sides.
"Lord!" Inside the crotch of his striped pajama pants, Uncle Walter's swollen member jumped and jerked as he lustfully beheld the naked adolescent.
He touched the breasts, his fingers moist with sweat, trembling fingers which pulled and stroked the small, sensitive little mounds.
He took hold of the little button of her nipple and rolled it in his fingers.
"Ah, what have we here?"
His question was answered when Jenny's nipple stiffened into a throbbing pink point of erect tissue.
Her other nipple quickly, indeed immediately followed suit, and became just as stiff and throbbing as its twin, thanks to the touch of Uncle Walter.
"Those titties are just so wonderful, I simply must kiss them!"
And so he did ... Uncle Walter, taller than the skinny teen girl, lowered his head to her chest and nuzzled her small soft breasts.
Jenny closed her eyes shut while his hot wet mouth fastened on her flesh.
His kissing lips covered a nipple. He took the nipple up between his lips and gently nibbled on the little stiff point.
Shooting sensations lanced through Jenny. Her breast was small, small enough so that, by stretching the corners of his mouth, he was able to fit the entire breast in his hot wet cavernous mouth and suck it.
Jenny moaned from the sucking as her small breast was entirely mouthed by Uncle Walter, who performed the same service on the other breast.
When at last he lifted his feverish face from her breasts, each mound shone with a coating of his frothy saliva.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance the uncovering of Jenny's pussy.
After the spanking, the self-conscious girl had tugged up her panties in front, so that her pussy and bush, at least, were modestly covered.
Now Uncle Walter denuded the girl, by taking hold of her panties, tugging them down her lean hips, and letting them fall to the floor.
And so Jenny was now completely nude, with the possible exception of the two white satin bows attached to the bottoms of her braids.
She instinctively put her hands over her pussy to cover it, a gesture which was cut short when Gloria gave her a little nudge.
"I've got to sit down," wheezed Uncle Walter, "this is almost too exciting!"
Indeed it was, as the dark redness of his cock head, which could be glimpsed through the gaping flyhole of his pajama bottoms, testified.
Sitting down in the chair, he reached for Jenny and pulled him to her, so that she stood between his spread legs.
He stared at her pussy, his face so close to her sweet little sex that the silken hairs of her bush were rustled by his hot breath, and her tender pussy lips were quivering under the gasping wheezing breath rolling on them.
He held her bottom with one hand, and fondled the buttocks until Jenny was in a state of erotic distraction.
Then he reached for her pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Now, then Jenny-are you a good girl, or a bad girl?"
"Uh, gee, Uncle Walter ... I don't know."
"Sure you do, Jenny girl. Don't be coy, little darling. What I mean to say is, honey, dear child-are you innocent?"
"Innocent, Uncle Walter?"
"Virgin, sweet Jenny. Are you a virgin?"
Blushing as much from the question as from his fondling of her pussy-although heaver knew that by this stage in the process, Jenny thought she should surely be immune to blushing (but she wasn't!)-Jenny said, "Of course I'm a virgin!"
Uncle Walter smiled cannily, his glittering eyes shrewd and narrowed. "You wouldn't be trying to pull the wool over my eyes, would you, dear?"
"No, Uncle Walter, honest! I-I've never been with a boy like that!"
"Is this true, Gloria?"
Gloria's ripe red lips shaped a smile. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"I will ... in a minute." One of his hands writhed on her squirming buttocks, squeezing, kneading, pulling and stroking them.
His other hand busied itself between her legs, where her thin pussy lips glowed dark rose-red and hot from his rubbing of them.
So far, he had handled only her pussy lips, not putting his finger into her. His steady fondling of her had really heated her up.
Jenny's buttocks were tight and clenched, as were her thin pink thighs. She gyrated her hips from the fondling.
Uncle Walter stopped rubbing her slitted pussy and took the lips between thumb and I forefinger and gently squeezed them.
Jenny gasped softly. A small clear drop of pussy secretions oozed from between the delicate, quivering pussy lips.
Uncle Walter took his hand from her pussy to move it up to her mouth.
"Stick this in your mouth and suck it, Jenny girl."
His fingertip pressed her lips, which parted at the touch, opening to receive the digit which he inserted in her mouth.
Jenny's puckered lips pressed the finger as Uncle Walter slowly slid it past the lips and on her flexing velvety tongue.
She sucked and slurped at it, so embarrassed by the implications of this session of sucking (since she was wise enough to realize that Uncle Walter certainly intended to use her mouth for more than wetting his finger), that she lowered her brightly blushing face and squirmed with self-consciousness.
Uncle Walter pushed his finger in her mouth and pulled it out, creating a thrusting in-and-out motion which mimicked the movements of a thrusting penis.
"Suck it well and wetly, Jenny my dear, since the wetter you make it, the easier it will go into your tight little pussy."
That announcement from Uncle Walter increased the vigor with which the girl sucked, so that some saliva spilled down the corners of her mouth.
"That should be enough, I believe." So saying, Uncle Walter withdrew his finger from inside the girl's mouth.
Dripping saliva shone on the digit. As he moved his hand down from her head, he playfully rubbed her stiff pink nipple. A jot of saliva smeared on the little pink throbbing point. He put his hand down between her legs, pressing the back of it against her thighs.
"Open your legs wider for me, Jenny."
"Yes, Uncle Walter ... Uncle Walter, please be gentle with me!"
"Of course, my little darling." He reassuringly squeezed her hip. He pressed the tip of his dripping finger against her quivering pussy lips.
"Let's have a closer look at you...." Leaning forward in his chair, he brought his head up close to her hips, so that her little tufted bush rubbed his face.
Chuckling, he pressed the fingertips of both hands on either side of her pussy, then gently pulled the lips to the sides.
Thin, petal-delicate pussy lips were pulled back, exposing the slippery seashell-pink of her membranes and the secretions glowing on them.
"Oh my Lord!" Uncle Walter enthused, his mouth watering at the sight of her innermost self, exposed and opened to his hot-eyed lusting gaze.
More than gaze-he pressed his middle finger, the one which she had sucked, against her pussy, laying it lengthwise between the lips of her slit.
He rubbed it back and forth, moistening her even more. Then he touched the tip of the finger to the slitted pussy lips and pushed it in.
Jenny made a little startled cry as she was entered by his fingertip.
"Careful, Uncle Walter," cautioned Aunt Gloria, "the girl is definitely intact, and you wouldn't want to damage her cherry."
"I'll handle her with kid gloves," Uncle Walter promised.
Jenny trembled with anxiety, shaking like a leaf. Gloria stood behind the girl, holding Jenny's shaking shoulders in her strong and capable hands.
Slowly, with exacting care, Uncle Walter eased his finger inside Jenny. She was so tight in her narrow little pussy, that the membranes clutched even his finger in a strong grip as it penetrated them.
Juices from her membranes and the lubricant of her own saliva made her dripping wet within the labia, and eased the penetration.
By fractions of inches the finger filled her pussy. Jenny's pale blue eyes, blue as the sky on a cloudless July day, got wider and wider as the finger went deeper and deeper-suddenly, it could go no farther.
The fingertip bumped up against a barrier, a wall of yielding, fragile yet durable tissue Jenny's maidenhead.
The soft probing touch set the maidenhead vibrating like a drum, with vibrations of the flesh that set Jenny to trembling.
"Oh, my," Uncle Walter gasped, "oh, my!"
Carefully-very, very carefully-he pulled his finger all the way out of her pussy. The finger now was shiny with her pussy juices and not her saliva.
"What an angel!" Holding Jenny's hips in both hands, Uncle Walter buried his face in her crotch and passionately kissed the pussy lips.
His kisses sent steamy sensations shuddering through Jenny. He pressed kiss after kiss on her quivering pussy lips.
Presently he came up for air. Jenny's pussy lips glowed dark red and hot under their coating of sticky saliva, and her round sweet face blushed no less red, and no less hot. Gloria continued to look immensely pleased.
"Such a sweet child," murmured Uncle Walter, running his hands up and down Jenny. "Look at this skin, so pink and flawless!"
"And these tiny little titties, soft as butter, except for those nipples!"
Groaning with his own lust, he sank back in his chair, breathing hard.
"And now, Jenny, I have something for you-can you guess what it is. Oh, ha ha ha, I knew that you'd be able to guess!
"I wanted to give it to you this afternoon, honey, but you ran away before I could show it to you and show you how it works.
"Well, we've straightened out that little misunderstanding, and there won't be any running away, not this time-eh?"
"No, Uncle Walter, I won't run," Jenny said.
"That's my good girl. The time has now come for us, you and me, as close as we are, to become ever so much closer, my sweet little pet."
Uncle Walter unknotted the sash which kept his robe closed. As he stood up, he swept the folds of the robe back out of the way.
The front of his pajama bottoms was lifted by his swollen erection. Jenny was afraid yet fascinated by that engine of masculine lust.
Uncle Walter, his hands shaking with eagerness, fumbled at the catch of his pajama bottoms, managing at last to work them open.
The baggy pajamas, no longer held closed, slipped down his legs and fell at his feet, leaving him nude from the waist down.
He was long, lean, trim, wiry, with spindly legs coated with furry gray hair. His penis was as swollen and stiff as that of a young man.
Jenny gasped and looked away, raising a hand to her open startled mouth.
Aunt Gloria took hold of the girl's head in her hands and moved it so that Jenny was forced to look down at Uncle Walter's erection.
"No false modesty here, Jenny," Gloria said.
"I didn't know it was so big!" Jenny gasped, her pussy lips quivering when she tried to imagine that awfully big and swollen rod of flesh entering her.
Her eyes were wide, with whites showing clear around the soft blue irises, and the black pupils therein showing like wide dark pools.
Uncle Walter took hold of himself, which stilled his cock from its heated bobbings and twitching which had waved it this way and that.
"Some beauty, eh?" he cackled. "By God, there's life in the old dog yet!"
"Life, and fire, thanks to your charms, Jenny!" he added, reaching out to take one of her nipples in his fingers and give it a sharp little pinching pull which yanked a sharp squeal of surprise from the girl.
Uncle Walter said, "Give me your hand, honey."
Jenny held out her right hand. He took hold of it and gave it a firm squeeze. Then he brought it down to his hips.
"Here you are, Jenny, take hold of this!" He pressed her palm down on his penis.
His rod was so stiff that it shivered at her touch, and so hot that it seemed to steam against her palm, which was moist with sweaty unease.
He made her close her fist around his rod, which throbbed harder and burned hotter when she squeezed it.
Jenny looked around helplessly as the feverish erection sizzled in her grip.
"Touch it," Uncle Walter coaxed. "Play with it, dear-it's a new toy for you!"
Jenny hesitantly began to pull the penis, kneading it in her hand, stroking it. Uncle Walter was all tense and moaning from what her fondling was doing to him.
"And my balls, darling girl-you mustn't forget them!"
Jenny touched his balls, pink globes which were swollen in a sac of wrinkled flesh, with whitish hairs bristling from the spheres.
Uncle Walter clenched his buttocks and rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his hand in the closed fist which kneaded it.
After a moment, Uncle Walter, shuddering with lust, stopped his thrusting and stood still, his eyes glittering darkly.
"Your dainty hand, lovely as it is, simply won't do the job, Jenny dearest. No, it's that pretty pink-lipped mouth of yours which will have to serve!"
"I-I don't understand, Uncle Walter!" Jenny cried, actually understanding what he wanted all too well.
"I want you to take my thing in your pretty little mouth and suck it!"
"Oh, Uncle Walter, I couldn't!"
"You can and you will, Jenny, so let's not have a fuss here."
Gloria said to Jenny, "If you don't take it in your mouth, dear-"
"I never did it before, Aunt Gloria, never!"
"There are many things which you have never done before, Jenny, that you will be doing from now on, and cocksucking is one of the most important.
"After all, Jenny, we can hardly leave Uncle Walter in this state of arousal, now can we? And, if you won't take him by mouth, then you'll just have to present him with your little pussy for a fucking instead!"
"I-I'll do it!" Jenny said quickly. "Only, please don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you, Jenny?" Uncle Walter smiled. "Oh, it's plain to see that you are a sheltered child! There's nothing painful about taking a man in your mouth, nothing painful at all! But you'll find that out for yourself, you sillly little goose."
"Get down on your knees, Jenny, like a good little girl."
"Yes, Aunt Gloria." Jenny's long skinny legs folded at the knees and she got down and knelt at the feet of Uncle Walter.
In this position, her face was on the same level as his swollen penis. Jenny couldn't look straight at it, and lowered her head.
All the same, from the corners of her vision, she saw the swollen red rod bobbing and jerking in front of her face.
Uncle Walter put his hand on the back of her neck-his left hand, since his right hand gripped his erection at the base.
"Give me a big sloppy kiss right on my cock," cackled Uncle Walter.
Jenny puckered her pink lips, pushing them as far away from her face as she could, and pressing them against the head of Uncle Walter's cock.
The head of his circumcised penis was wide, red, warm, and fleshy, and seemed about the size and shape of the crown of a mushroom.
The heated cock head expanded under her shy kisses.
After a moment of such kisses, Uncle Walter urged, "Now lick, Jenny!"
From between her parted lips extended her pink pointed tongue, which she pressed to the head of the cock being held to her mouth.
Jenny licked the cock head like it was an ice cream cone, taking long sloppy licks with the flat of the tongue which slobbered on the member.
These kisses made Uncle Walter shake with desire. Pulling his cock upright, so that he held it rising vertically, he had her lick her way down the shaft.
Jenny laid the flat of her pink tongue on his rod, feeling gnarled blue veins throbbing on the shaft as she lapped at them.
"And my balls, too, Jenny-for heaven's sake, don't neglect them!"
Jenny touched her tongue tip to the divide in the center of his scrotal sac. The man-sweat smell of him was pungent between his legs.
He pressed his balls against her tongue, the vibrating pink spheroids quivering and ripping under her tongue.
"I can't hold back another second," he grunted, "Jenny, open your mouth!"
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide. The head of the penis throbbed hotly as it slid over her face.
Uncle Walter stuffed the knobbed cock head between her lips and put it in her mouth, so that her lips pressed the shaft below the rim of the head.
"Suck it like it's a piece of hard candy!" urged Uncle Walter.
Jenny slurped and sucked at the knobbed flesh. Uncle Walter took hold of her head in both hands, his sweaty palms pressing her cheeks.
He eased his hips forward. His cock glided over her lips, throbbing from the sensual massage of being rubbed against the smooth insides of the lips.
The cock was heavy on her tongue, which curled up at the edges and held the member like a trough of flexing velvet flesh.
"Rub me with your tongue, Jenny ... oh! Aaaaaah! That's the way, honey!"
The weight of his member was heavy on her tongue, which squirmed under it and rubbed that shaft.
"Suck hard, Jenny!"
The width of his erection stretched the corners of her mouth. Odd, how natural it felt to Jenny, to have her mouth filled by a stiff penis.
And this wasn't really too bad at all ... it was kind of like sucking a candy cane, only this cane was made of flesh rather than hard peppermint candy.
Uncle Walter, hands on her cheeks, began moving her head in response to the thrusts which he played over her tongue.
He bobbed her head back and forth. Her pink lips slid down his penis, stopping at the knobbed cock head, before once again being pulled back into him, so that her hot wet mouth once more engulfed his cock.
He worked her more forcefully. His cock pressed down on her squirming tongue. Her lips felt a bit numb from the constant thrusting friction.
Each pass of his swollen penis over her lips seemed to drive the seething heat of that member a bit higher toward the boiling point.
"I-I'm going to come!" Uncle Walter gasped.
Aunt Gloria said, "Jenny, you be sure to keep that thing in your mouth until I tell you to take it out!"
Uncle Walter started to shake from his orgasm.
It is hard to say who was to blame, Uncle Walter or Jenny, for what happened next.
Uncle Walter was extraordinarily excited and why not? Wrapped around his swollen seething penis was the mouth of a terrific thirteen year old doll.
Jenny was not experienced-she was vastly inexperienced. But to a man like Uncle Walter, such virginal lack of sexpertise was not a drawback, but an attraction.
It would be nothing to him to have his cock expertly sucked by skilled sluts. The erotic novelty came from the sweet nature of this demure youngster.
Of course, Jenny already was considerably less demure now than when she arrived at the mansion-well, that was part of the plan.
Like a planter who puts in a seedling and watches it thrive and grow over the years into a full-fl-edged tree, Uncle Walter had supported Jenny ever since she was a little girl, in anticipation of the future.
The future was now. The girl had reached puberty a year ago, and still he had held off on harvesting the riches of her body.
But this would be the summer of her sexual initiation-at his hands, and at all the rest of his anatomy-and, later, at the hands of others....
But for now, Uncle Walter's excitement got the better of him, since he began to throw his hips forward almost too vigorously.
He pulled back with equal fervor, drawing his hot red rod across her lips so that the seething shaft emerged into sight.
Just as he was about to come, his shaft swelled against the lips which held it.
He shoved forward, plunging his penis deep into Jenny's mouth and throat.
Up until then he had been careful not to give the tender thirteen year old more of his member than she could comfortably handle.
But his climax so excited him that he quite lost control.
He pushed his penis deep, so that its swollen head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat, choking and scaring the girl.
His orgasm flared up inside him. He shook from the furious force of the masses of semen which came boiling up the column of his cock.
His hands, pressing her head, lost their strength in the flash of blinding ecstasy which sizzled him like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, Jenny, choking on his swollen cock, instinctively jerked her head back in a kind of blind panic.
His grip was weak on her, with the result that her head shot back so far, that his coming cock popped free of the clutches of her mouth at the very instant of ejaculation. Uncle Walter roared with surprise.
His scarlet shaft shook as it spat gouts of milky white semen. The strands of come jetted across Jenny's gasping face.
Jenny choked and sputtered as hordes of semen spilled across her nose, eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin.
Uncle Walter, fully in the grip of his orgasm, pulled and kneaded his penis, squeezing every last drop of come from it.
Gloria recovered. She pushed Jenny's head back toward the spurting member. But the cock head did not go back in her mouth.
Instead, still spurting, it slid across her face, further smearing the semen on her blushing red cheeks and moaning lips.
The final throes of his orgasm drew a gasping shudder from Uncle Walter.
His mouth gaping blackly open in his sweating red face, eyes dark glittering slits, he hunched forward, tightly clutching his cock.
Gloria said sharply, "Jenny! You bad, bad girl!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jenny moaned, "I didn't mean for that to happen-it was an accident! Oh, Uncle Walter, I'm so sorry!"
Uncle Walter presently recovered his breath enough to gasp, "That's all right, Jenny-it was my fault, not yours!"
Wheezing and sighing, his cock still red and stiff, Uncle Walter slumped back and fell into the padded cushions of his chair.
His swollen penis lay sticky and twitching on his naked thigh. He shook his head to clear it, raising his gaze to take a good look at Jenny.
The girl was a mess, with come dripping all over her face, some of it sticking in her hair, drops of it clinging like wet pearls to her chin.
Uncle Walter laughed merrily. "Dear me, Jenny, what a sight you look!"
Gloria, observing the good humored response of the millionaire to the oral accident, relaxed and permitted herself a chuckle.
"I'm sorry, Jenny-got so excited there that I tried to give you too much! Well, that's the effect you have on me, you little honey!"
"Then-then you're not mad at me, Uncle Walter?" Jenny timidly asked.
"Of course not! But honey, you had better clean up and wipe off your face!"
Gloria attended to the cleaning chores, wiping Jenny's face with a handkerchief which became limply saturated with mopped-up semen.
Jenny's face was sticky and shining with a coat of the stuff that had been rubbed into the very pores of her skin.
Gloria patted the girl on the head. "Actually, dear, you've gotten a real treat it's long been well known that a facial treatment of semen does wonders for the skin of a lady! I could use one myself!"
Uncle Walter's penis now was limp and thick, semi-erect. "That will be all for tonight, I think. You've pleased me immensely, Jenny. You too, Gloria"
"Thank you, Uncle Walter!" chimed the woman and the girl simultaneously.
"Tomorrow, Jenny, we'll see if we can't keep my thing in your mouth for the entire process-and we'll have some other interesting variations as well!"
Jenny was hastily dressed in her pajamas, and shrugged on her robe. Uncle Walter called her to him and gave her a sloppy wet kiss.
As Gloria led Jenny out of the door and into the corridor, Uncle Walter waved, calling to the girl, "I'll see you in my dreams, sweetie!"
Tomorrow, those dreams would become real, in the flesh.
Gloria quivered and trembled with lust as she hastily escorted the girl back to their rooms. Wasting no time, she stripped Jenny, tossed her down on the bed, took off her own clothes, and made use of the tender teen.
CHAPTER SIX
The next time that Jenny took Uncle Walter's member in her mouth, she kept it there for the entire time, even when he came.
It was the middle of the morning on a cool, sparkling day. A threesome of Jenny, Gloria, and Uncle Walter were in his bedroom.
Curtains covered the windows, but enough light came through the gaps in the curtain, and the open door leading into the parlor where the windows were uncovered, that it was bright and sunny in the bedroom as well.
Uncle Walter sat up in bed, stark naked. He sat with his bare back pressing the dark polished wood of his bed's headboard.
Heaped pillows under him cushioned his back. He sat on the bed with his long spindly legs open and extended.
Jenny was stark naked. Folded neatly on top of a counter were her clothes, which had been taken off her by the eagerly trembling fingers of Uncle Walter.
Earlier, Jenny had breakfasted, but she had a snack now, the swollen rod of flesh which pumped in and out of her sucking mouth.
Uncle Walter's swollen red penis stood up straight and stiff from his hips.
Jenny knelt between his spread legs. Her own long thin legs were folded under her, with her buttocks resting on the backs of her heels.
She leaned forward, with her face over his crotch, and her open mouth engulfing his swollen erection, which she sucked vigorously.
Even since last night she had improved her technique. She had no desire to repeat the mistake of last night, where she had caught a faceful of come.
Her lips tightly pressed down on the shaft pumping back and forth. She was determined not to let go of his member at the critical instant of coming.
His cock was already hot and seething on her tongue. Her downy cheeks were hollow as she sucked on his shaft.
She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him. The movements of her head caused her yellow-haired braids to flail on his hips.
His buttocks were tightly clenched, and he squirmed in bed, working his penis in response to the bobbing movements of her head.
He bent his legs at the knees, his thighs pressing her sweaty cheeks.
As she sucked, saliva spilled from the stretched corners of her mouth, dripping down his shaft to fall on his sweaty, damp bush and swollen balls.
Uncle Walter tilted his head back, causing corded muscles to stand out in his scrawny chicken neck, where his Adam's apple crazily bobbed.
His contorted face burned as hotly as his erection.
And now the time had come. He put his hands on her head, the golden top of it, and pulled her down to him.
His penis filled her mouth. This time he was careful not to shove his thing so deep in her throat that she started choking.
Using fine discrimination, he plunged his penis as deep in her as she could take it without gagging-and he kept it there.
Her mouth was wrapped around his seething member. His rod twitched on her lips and tongue, swelling outward under the pressure of orgasm.
He came.
His mouth gaped open, moans torn from it by the force of ecstasy. Bubbling come boiled up from his member and spurted in her mouth.
"Swallow it, Jenny!" Gloria ordered. "You swallow it all!"
Jenny had little choice but to obey, as the first spurting gouts of semen splashed the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
Come filled her mouth. She gulped it down to keep from choking. The come was heavy and thick and slid slowly down her gullet.
Jenny swallowed it the way she would gulp down a dose of nasty tasting medicine. The cock head was so deep in her mouth that little if any semen hit her tongue.
She gulped it down. The erection vibrated in her mouth, and the rest of Uncle Walter shook and vibrated along with it.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity to Jenny, the streaming semen pumped from his penis faded down to a trickling ooze.
Uncle Walter, devastated by his orgasm, flopped back on the headboard and into the deeply cushioning pillows piled under him.
His cock stayed stiff in his niece's mouth. He sighed with deep shuddering gasps, his narrow chest heaving for air.
His cock jumped and convulsively jerked in her mouth, on her tongue.
His hands, which had been like tight claws when he came, slowly relaxed and eased up into ordinary trembling fingers.
"Oh, my Lord!" he muttered, "oh, my Lord!"
He had clutched the girl's head with his thighs, when he came, as a safety precaution to keep her head in place so there would be no repeat of last night's accident.
Now that he had more or less stopped coming, he let his knees fall to the sides, flopping down his thighs and releasing the girl's head.
Jenny had his penis deep in her mouth, so that her nose was tickled by his pubic hairs. She was hesitant to relax the clutch of her mouth on his cock.
He eased her up from his member. His cock, still stiff, sticky with semen and saliva, throbbed heavily as it was drawn across her lips.
Her puckered lips were pushed outward by his knobbed cock head, which came free from them with a soft liquid popping sound.
As the penis was taken from her mouth, some drops of come fell on Jenny's tongue. The taste of semen was different, but hardly unpleasant.
The mattress sank as Gloria perched her plump bottom on the bed's edge and asked eagerly, "Did you swallow all that sweet cream, Jenny?"
"Indeed she did!" Uncle Walter sighed happily, his red stiff red twitching and jerking from the after-effects of the suck job.
"I'm so proud of my little honey!" Gloria wrapped her arms around Jenny and warmly embraced her, squeezing the girl.
She planted appreciative kisses on Jenny's upturned face, while the girl giggled happily. "Hmmmm, what's this?"
A fat drop of come clung to the corner of Jenny's mouth. Gloria scooped it up on her fingertip. "Here's something that you missed, dear."
"Can't have that," said Uncle Walter, "every little bit counts!"
"Here you go, Jenny!" Aunt Gloria held her finger to Jenny's mouth.
The naked teen dutifully opened her shining pink lips. Aunt Gloria inserted the tip of her finger in the girl's mouth.
Jenny sucked the thick drop of come from her aunt's finger. She smacked her lips. Gloria fussed over the girl, kissing and caressing her.
Uncle Walter groaned from the effort of moving, but move he did, as he squirmed from a sitting position and reached for the girl.
His hands, heavily veined on the backs and with fingers like dry twigs, played over the young smoothness of Jenny's blushing pink flesh.
Her plum-sized breasts were stroked, squeezed, pulled, and kneaded. The little pink nipples stood out stiffly, throbbing heavily.
Gloria added her skilled caresses to the fun, and Jenny shivered with delight as two pairs of hands roamed up and down her flesh.
She was becoming somewhat used to this new routine. After all, it was really easy for her to take a cock in her mouth and suck it.
There was nothing to it, really-and Uncle Walter was so obviously delighted with the effects that her mouthing had on his member!
Not only that, but this time she had done it right, and kept the coming cock in her mouth and swallowed down all its spurting cream.
The taste of the come, faint and slippery, seemed to linger on her tongue.
Jenny's newfound balance and peace of mind were threatened when she was suddenly eased down on her back and her legs were spread.
Suddenly alarmed, the wide-eyed youngster looked up at the lustful adults who crouched on hands and knees on the bed.
Her pussy quivered and her tummy tightened. She feared that this would be the time when she must give up her virgin pussy to Uncle Walter.
"You-you're not going to stick your thing in me, are you?!"
Uncle Walter and Gloria exchanged knowing glances and laughed. He said, "Of course I'm going to put it in you, Jenny-but not right now."
Some of the tension left the long pink limbs of the youngster, who all the same darted nervous, anxious glances from aunt to uncle and back again.
Uncle Walter toyed with her stiff-nippled titties. "No, right now, I want a taste of your sweet little pussy, you darling!"
He added, "Since you used your mouth on me so wonderfully, Jenny, I want to return the favor, and mouth your little pussy!"
Uncle Walter took hold of her ankles and spread her long thin legs. Jenny's pussy lips quivered crazily, and her stomach was in knots.
Uncle Walter knelt between her knees, his hands wrapping around her lean hips as he lowered his face down to her pussy.
Jenny squealed from the intensity of his hot kisses on her pussy. He nuzzled her gently arched pubic mound, rubbing his face all over it.
Her tufted little bush tickled his face. His mouth watered. Kiss after kiss he pressed down on her thin, delicate pussy, lips.
Jenny's tender slitted sex was a fair flower of pink flesh, intricately folded. Uncle Walter traced out the course of those folds with the tip of his tongue.
Jenny moaned when his tongue glided up and down her slit.
Aunt Gloria, dark eyes sparkling, fondled the girl's small breasts while Uncle Walter licked and lapped her pussy.
Saliva drooled down from his mouth, spattering loudly on her pussy lips, then massaged into her labia by his rolling tongue.
As he licked her up and down, his sliding, caressing tongue pulled heat up into her pussy lips, so that they glowed redly under sticky saliva.
Jenny was being kissed and caressed into a state of steamy erotic distraction. She closed her eyes and floated on a sea of fondled pleasure.
Uncle Walter, having polished her pussy lips with his tongue, slipped the tip of the tongue under a labia which was soft as a rose petal.
Heat and the sweet musky scent of sex drifted up from Jenny's pussy. Her pussy lips quivered when pressed by Uncle Walter's tongue.
He slipped his fat tongue inside her. Her quivering pussy lips were spread, and her sweet-spicy juices smeared on his mouth and chin.
Jenny grew breathless as his tongue rooted and burrowed and probed her pussy. Slippery membranes heaved and slid against the tongue.
Gloria had stopped kissing and caressing Jenny's tender titties. Bedsprings creaked and groaned as Gloria got off the bed.
There was the rustling of clothing being stripped from her body. Not wanting to take the time to disrobe completely, Gloria merely got ready for action.
She lifted up her skirt, bunching it up at her ample waist. A pair of lacy black panties were stretched taut across her wide hips.
Holding the skirt up with one hand, she took down the panties with the other, closing her knees and causing the panties to slide down her legs.
She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the panties. She still wore her sleeveless blouse and bra, not bothering to remove them.
Her lust was too demanding to bother with such trifles. The mattress sank under her weight as she climbed back on the bed.
Soft flesh brushed Jenny's cheeks on her upturned face, as Gloria knelt straddling the teen's head, and facing not only Jenny's feet, but also Uncle Walter, whose slurping licking tongue tasted deeply of her pussy flesh.
Jenny opened her glazed eyes. Gloria's thighs, white and smooth, were warm columns of flesh pressing both the girl's cheeks.
At the apex of those thighs was Gloria's fat crotch, where fleshy pussy lips protruded from out of the black thicket of her bush.
Gloria put her hand between her legs and fondled herself. Pussy lips split and spread, flashing juicy pink membranes.
Even down below, Jenny was overwhelmed by the pungent, musky aroma of Gloria's pussy. The girl closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide.
Murmuring her satisfaction at Jenny's ready obedience-the girl was a quick study where sex was concerned-Gloria squatted on Jenny's face.
The perfume of her pussy thickened, then Jenny's parted lips were pressed by the warm smooth thick lips of Gloria's pussy.
As Gloria's weight settled down, the pussy lips separated and Jenny's mouth was engulfed in a mass of heated pussy membranes.
Gasping for breath, secretions smearing on her face, membranes sliding against her mouth, Jenny put her tongue up inside Gloria.
Jenny's tongue was not alone in oral activity. Uncle Walter had burrowed his tongue deep in the girl, drinking her fresh secretions.
The taste of Jenny was fresh and sweet, like the youngster she was.
Uncle Walter withdrew his tongue from within her slit. Her pussy lips quivered at the quick caress of his tongue moving to the top of her slit.
He shoved his tongue below tender labia and pressed it to the tiny pearl of flesh that was Jenny's sensitive clitoris.
Jenny squirmed. Her long thin legs went taut with erotic tension. Her ripely rounded buttocks clenched as she lifted them from the bed.
She pressed her pussy up against the face of Uncle Walter and ground her pussy against his mouth, pleasing him with this evidence of her arousal.
And she was aroused ... each licking pass of his tongue over her clitoris seemed to draw waves of natural oil pouring from her membranes.
Her pussy membranes seemed awash in juices, while the tongue which relentlessly whipped her clitoris stoked the flames of erotic fever.
Jenny was engulfed-down at her pussy, the sucking tonguing mouth of Uncle Walter was wrapped around her sex, while up at her head, her face was covered by the dripping pink membranes of Gloria riding her mouth.
Gloria rocked back and forth on the girl, while Jenny's tongue squirmed in her pussy. Jenny remembered to rub Gloria's clitoris.
Gloria's thick warm thighs were sticky with sweat as they pressed Jenny's face. Her membranes heaved convulsively when Jenny licked her clitoris.
Gloria's clitoris was a finger of erotic flesh, ultra-sensitive. Jenny applied her probing tongue tip to the button and lovingly licked it.
Gloria rocked forward, backward, and sideways on the girl's mouth. All the while, Jenny dutifully kept her tongue glued to the clitoris.
But Jenny was just about ready to come herself....
Uncle Walter's tongue was a flashing pink blur of licking pleasure as it stroked Jenny's petite little dark pink clitoris.
Tension was a fist that squeezed Jenny's tummy from the inside. The fires burned hotter and hotter in her and then she climaxed.
As she came, her long lean little pink body went altogether rigid with erotic tension, so that she seemed carved from living pink marble.
She arched her back and her sweaty buttocks lifted off the damp sheets and ground into Uncle Walter's mouth of fire.
Heat sizzled through her sex, sweeping like wildfire through her limbs, so that Jenny felt caught up in an inferno of lust.
Muffled shrieking sounded in her ears, and she was so shaken by her climax that it took her a moment to realize that she was the one who shrieked with mindless ecstasy. She wondered how much she could stand.
Then Gloria came, right on top of her. Gloria sat up straight and still on Jenny's face, thighs hugging the girl's head, pussy covering Jenny's mouth.
Pussy membranes heaved convulsively as Gloria came. Her massive breasts shook and strained against the sweat-soaked blouse which held them.
Jenny, glowing with orgasmic bliss, collapsed on the bed.
Raising his wet red face from the slitted pussy of the little miss, Uncle Walter knew that tonight would be the big night of her grand opening-when she gave up the pleasures of her pussy for the first time to the hot hard cock of a lover.
A lover none other than himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jenny wore white-which was appropriate, considering her virginal status. But the term of what was left of her virginity could be measured in minutes.
It was night, and the girl was conducted by her Aunt Gloria to the bedchamber where Uncle Walter waited with impatient eagerness.
Naturally, Jenny was freshly bathed, so that her pink tlesh was soft and smooth and creamy. All wrapped in white she was.
She wore a pretty white dress, with short puffed sleeves and a wide flaring skirt, decorated with lots of lacy little trimmings.
Her face was pink and scrubbed and silent. Her pale blue eyes were very wide in her face, which showed more than a few signs of anxiety.
But it was only natural for the girl to be anxious about what was to come. Wonder about the actual sex act dominated her mind.
What would it be like? Would it hurt, to have her cherry broken? She was afraid that it would hurt, and she kept involuntarily closing her legs and pressing her thighs together and squirming when she thought of it.
Still, it was something that all girls went through sooner or later, unless they stayed spinster virgins all their lives, which Jenny had no intention of doing.
Aunt Gloria had helped to calm the girl's highly strung nerves with the timely application of a mild tranquilizer.
Jenny was dressed in white, while her adult aunt wore red and black.
Gloria's heavy breasts thrust against the front of a sheer, satiny, and clinging scarlet blouse which shimmered with each move she made.
Her skirt was thin and black, its hem reaching the middle of her knees. A pair of red patent leather high heels covered her feet.
She took Jenny by the arm and escorted the girl down the hall to the bedroom where Uncle Walter waited for the arrival of the virgin niece.
Jenny's hair had been freshly shampooed, but her hair was still done up in those girlish braids, a style which tickled the fancy of Uncle Walter.
Her skirt reached her knees, while her calves were sheathed in a pair of lacy white knee socks which added to her girlishness.
Gloria and Jenny halted at the closed door of Uncle Walter's room.
Gloria rapped on the door panel. Uncle Walter, inside, told them to enter.
He was waiting, not in the front room, but the bedroom. It had been prepared for romance. He was likewise prepared.
The room was perfumed with fresh-cut flowers stuffed in vases which were scattered about the bedroom. Only the light of many candles, set in ornate and massively wrought candelabra, softened the gloom of darkness and illuminated the surroundings with a golden glow, soft, dreamy, and romantic.
Uncle Walter sat in an armchair, and rose when the females entered his room.
His silvery hair was neatly brushed back from his forehead, while his smooth and shiny pink skin was freshly scrubbed.
He wore a dressing robe, belted at the waist, and a pair of stiff starched pajamas under that robe, with slippers covering his feet.
Gloria proudly announced, "Here she is our little princess!"
She stood to one side of the girl, presenting her. Uncle Walter's eyes glinted as he came to Jenny, the soles of his slippers scuffling softly on the floor.
"My word, what an angel you are!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, Uncle Walter," Jenny murmured.
He took her hands in his and squeezed them reassuringly. His scanning gaze took her in from head to toe.
"Wonderful, wonderful," he muttered. He embraced Gloria, kissing her on both cheeks. "You've done a simply marvelous job, Gloria."
"It's easy as pie, when you have someone as pretty as Jenny to work with."
"I have a little gift for you, Jenny." Uncle Walter fumbled in the pockets of his baggy robe until he found what he searched for.
A long thin box it was, gift-wrapped. He handed it to Jenny. "For me?!" the girl exclaimed happily. "Indeed, yes," smiled Uncle Walter.
While he and Gloria looked smilingly on, Jenny unwrapped the box and opened it, peeling back the wrapping paper in the box.
The item within was revealed. Jenny's eyes widened. The present was an antique cameo broach with attached choker collar.
Jenny was thrilled with the gift, and Gloria fussed over it as well. On the cameo stone was the carved profile of a female.
"Now, don't forget your manners, Jenny," prompted Aunt Gloria.
"No, of course not ... thank you so much, Uncle Walter! This is just the most beautiful thing that anybody ever gave me, ever!"
"Pretty toys for a pretty girl," Uncle Walter beamed. "If you'd like, you could show your appreciation with a little kiss."
Jenny put her arms on his shoulders and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, her puckered lips pressing with a smooch on his cheek.
"Why don't you put it on right now, Jenny?" uncle Walter asked.
"I will!" Jenny took the cameo out of the box and opened the clasp of the choker collar, which was made of white silk.
"Here, dear, I'll put it on you," Walter volunteered. He had Jenny turn her back to him so he could fasten the collar around her neck.
The stone of the cameo was cool against the hollow of her throat where it rested. Uncle Walter's breath was hot on the back of her neck. His fingers fastened the clasp closed, and Jenny turned round once more.
"Special occasions demand special treats," Uncle Walter said. "Champagne is certainly in order, which is why I've had some ready. And now I think we are ready for it."
From the silver ice bucket he took the green bottle of champagne, beaded drops of moisture clinging to its sides.
He worked off the cork, carefully pointing it so that it would fly off in a harmless direction should he lose control of it.
The cork came free and foam bubbled uproariously from the bottle neck, falling in streaming gouts of foam and froth which splattered on the floor.
Uncle Walter held the bottle well away from him until the outburst halted. In rapid order three thin-stemmed crystal glasses were filled with the liquid.
Jenny had had champagne but rarely in her young life. The bubbles tickled her nose. The champagne was delicious and very invigorating.
When the glasses were emptied, a second round was poured. After the second round, Gloria made ready to leave.
"I'll leave the two of you alone for now," she said. "But I'll be right outside the parlor in case I should be needed."
This precaution was being taken just in case Jenny should be attacked with a case of virginal jitters requiring the calming presence of her authoritative aunt.
Gloria went to Jenny, faced her and held the girl's thin shoulders.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself, Jenny, and everything will be fine, my dear child." She kissed Jenny on the mouth.
Gloria exited the bedroom, the many candle flames flickering softly from the door being opened, then closed behind her.
Jenny suddenly felt very lonely and alone ... and anxious.
"What a pretty, pretty girl!" Uncle Walter stood facing the girl. He embraced Jenny and lowered his head to kiss her mouth.
Jenny closed her eyes, parted her lips, and tilted her head back to be kissed, her braids sliding over the tops of her breasts.
His mouth was on hers, hot and devouring. He held her tightly. Her small breasts were crushed against his chest.
His tongue entered her mouth, licking, tasting, sliding and probing He licked her tongue and tasted the sweetness of her saliva.
The hot kisses caused flame to flare in Jenny's face, which went from a slightly pale shade-due to anxiety-to a deep blushing red color.
Now, as he kissed her, Uncle Walter let his hands roam over her young thin body.
He rubbed down along the line of her spine. Thin this girl was, and he felt the little wing-like bulges of her shoulder blades.
His palm pressed the small of her back, pushing her closer into himself, so that her lean hips pressed his groin.
Movement, vigor, heat, and life stirred in his genitals as his senses were stimulated to the highest degree by this girl.
Now his hand moved down from the small of her back to rest on the ripe arching curve of her rump, to feel and fondle the buttocks.
His other hand rubbed her thighs through her thin white dress.
Jenny was weak in the knees-her legs felt rubbery. Waves of heat raced through her. She felt weaker still when the kisses ended.
That meant that the lovemaking would continue.
She cast a glance with lowered eyes down between Uncle Walter's legs. Sure enough, the front of his robe was lifted by a swollen erection.
He saw where she looked. Smiling, he took her hand and pressed it against his penis. Jenny's eyebrows lifted as she felt his hardness.
"You little angel," Uncle Walter murmured.
"You'll be my naked angel, once we get all those pretty clothes off you, you darling."
Facing her, he pressed his palms against the gentle rises of her breasts, pressing them and massaging them through her white dress.
Jenny's dress fastened up the back, so Uncle Walter had to turn her back to him in order to take off all her clothes.
Eagerness made his fingers clumsy as he reached for the snaps at the back of her dress. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
He picked open her zipper and opened the dress to the small of her back. Stretched across her back was the white band of her bra's back strap.
He pressed his thin puckered lips to her neck's nape and kissed it, then licked it, then slipped the dress from her slim shoulders.
Jenny's dress was pulled down to her waist. The backs of his hands brushed her lean hips as he tugged the dress down off them.
Cloth rustled as it fell down her hips, landing at her feet. She stepped out of it. Uncle Walter let the dress lay where it had fallen.
Jenny now was dressed in white bra, pretty white silk panties, white knee socks, and shiny white flat-heeled shoes.
Uncle Walter took her by the arm and walked her to the bed and sat her down upon it, while he sat next to her.
Off came the shoes. Jenny lifted her long thin legs and put them on the bed. Uncle Walter held her foot in his hands.
He unstrapped the little white fastenings which secured the shoe to her foot. The shoe fell to the floor.
He slowly, sensually unrolled the sock down her shapely calf and off her foot. When her foot was exposed, pink and bare, he pressed his face to it.
He nuzzled the foot, rubbing his heated face this way and that across the little pink toes and the small soft sole.
Then he planted kisses on the toes and top of the foot. The kisses tickled. Jenny giggled, as much from nervousness as anything else.
Her other shoe and sock were removed in just this fashion, and the second foot received no less kisses than had the first.
Then Uncle Walter's hands were at the back of the bra, plucking open the hook and taking the bra off her.
Now Jenny wore only her panties, a white silk triangle pressed tightly to her crotch in front, and her bottom in back.
"Oh my goodness, what a beauty!" moaned Uncle Walter.
His hands eased her down on her back on the bed. He lay on his side alongside her, himself still dressed in robe and pajamas.
The candlelight made Jenny's pink skin take on a shining golden glow which was rich and appealing.
The girl tried to relax. Uncle Walter touched her. His hands fondled her little titties, stroking the nipples into stiffness.
Mouth followed fingers, and he kissed and sucked her nipples. The throbbing points of stiffness jutted and shone with his saliva.
His hand reached down, rubbing her panty covered crotch, feeling her pussy through the white silk which covered it.
He rubbed and stroked her pussy. At last, red-faced with excitement, he got out of bed and stood at the bedside so he could undress.
Jenny turned her head to the side, facing him, and watched through narrowed eyes as he took his robe off and let it fall to the floor.
His stiff penis stood out in his pajama bottoms. He took off his pajama top. He reached for her panties and pulled them down.
Jenny's long thin legs were caressed by the panties as they came down to her feet. He pulled them past her feet, and then she was nude.
She fought down the urge to cover her sensitive parts, her breasts and pussy. She had nothing to hide from Uncle Walter, not now.
The only things she wore were the pair of white satin bows knotted into her braids, and the pink cameo set in the choker collar circling her neck.
"So pretty," he murmured. "So pretty, pretty, pretty!"
He loosened the top of his pajama bottoms. "Look what I have for you, Jenny!"
The first time he had said that, and displayed his erection to her, she had shrieked girlishly and fled from the room as fast as her tiny feet could carry her.
But not now-she was committed for the duration. The next time she got up from this bed, she would be a virgin no more.
Uncle Walter's pajamas fell down his long spindly legs and landed in a heap of fabric at his feet-at the same time, his erection sprang out.
It was full and red and swollen, twitching and trembling with erotic tension. And it was all for her ... ah, but could she take it all?
Her pussy lips quivered, and her tiny tummy was internally squeezed by a knot of tension. Her face looked worried and drawn.
Uncle Walter, as naked as she, stepped out of his pajama bottoms and came to the bed and climbed on it-and on her.
His body was warm and wiry against hers. He stretched out across her skinny thirteen year old body and attached his mouth to hers.
His chest pressed her tender little titties. His erection, flaming and throbbing, brushed her thighs, flaring when it did so.
He rained kisses down on her face, on her neck and shoulders. Quite overcome, Jenny closed her eyes and slipped into the sensation.
At other times, she had managed to enjoy and enthusiastically participate in the bed games played by Uncle Walter, Gloria, and herself.
Now, the certain knowledge of the end of her virginhood frightened her. Her tummy churned and her heart was heavy with anxious anticipation.
Uncle Walter moved his kissing, licking mouth down to her titties. His lips and tongue grazed on her tender breasts, licking and lapping.
Warmth glowed in her breasts from the sucking kisses and prolonged licking. Now he moved down the bed as he kissed her.
He spread her legs and lay down between them with his head pressed up against her crotch. Heat flared through Jenny as he kissed her pussy.
He kissed it, then licked it. Her pussy lips warmed under the gliding tongue. They soon shone red and hot under a coating of sticky saliva.
Jenny started to drift into a daze of pleasure. The tranquilizer earlier administered to her by Aunt Gloria, and the champagne, had gotten to her.
She couldn't have been more surprised, when Uncle Walter suddenly stopped kissing and licking her little slit.
Even more surprising, he got off the bed entirely.
Puzzled, a bit upset, Jenny frowned with concern. She feared irrationally that something about her, about her person-perhaps about her pussy?-had turned Uncle Walter off and made him not want to make love to her.
"Have-have I done something wrong?"
Uncle Walter stood at the night table, leaning forward as he opened the drawer. He looked up, flashing a swift lewd smile.
"Wrong, my dear? How could my lovely little naked angel do anything wrong? No, no, dear, everything is so right."
He rummaged through the drawer and removed an item. "No, I merely thought it best to use this." He showed her the jar of lubricant he held.
The mattress sank as he sat down beside her. He sent chills through her as he fondled and stroked her quivering little pussy.
He pressed the tip of his finger inside her little slit, which clutched it. She was wet and honeyed and syrupy inside her labia.
He took the cap off the jar and dipped two fingers inside and scooped out a fat mass of goo, saying, "This will make it easier for me to go into you."
The lubricant was cool as he pressed it into her pussy lips. Jenny shivered, her small titties bobbing, her nipples standing out.
He stroked the shining grease into her pussy, then inside her labia, so that she was greased inside, as well as outside.
Her pussy lips shone mightily from the coating of grease thereon. Finishing, Uncle Walter put his hand behind the back of the girl's neck and helped her to sit up. Holding out the jar, he said, "Now you do me."
Jenny scooped out some of the oil. She took hold of his penis. It was long and thickly swollen, and burned a bright seething red.
"Go ahead, Jenny, rub it right in, darling, grease it up good," he said.
Slowly at first, then with more vigor, Jenny's slim fingers massaged oil into the swollen erection of Uncle Walter.
His face, already swollen and thick with lust, burned even darker as she rubbed the oil into the head of his penis.
She massaged more of the stuff into his shaft, so that the red bar of his rod shimmered with bars of reflected light.
His breathing came faster and faster as she rubbed his penis.
"That's enough, dearest girl," he said. He wiped his fingers on the sheet, put his hands on her shoulders, and eased her down on her back.
"Will it ... will it hurt?" Jenny whispered.
"A little, but only at first. But it's nothing that you can't stand, and it will only hurt once in your young life, Jenny."
Now he moved, stretching out over her. He stood crouched over her thirteen year old form on his hands and knees.
The shining red rod of his penis jutted down from his hips. Now he lowered himself down on the girl, reaching under his hips to take hold of his cock.
Grease slid and oozed through his fingers as he held his oiled shaft. He pressed the head of the penis against her delicately lipped slit.
He rubbed the tip of his wedge-shaped penis head against her slit, sliding it up and down, back and forth.
He rubbed the penis head up and down the pussy lips. The oil on member and slit cut the friction, and the penis slid caressingly.
He finally pressed the knobbed cock head against her pussy lips and eased it into her. He pushed it into her pussy.
Under the pressure of the cock head, the pussy lips slid open, spreading to the sides to expose slippery, dripping, syrupy pussy membranes.
Fear of the unknown made Jenny pale, anxious, breathless. Her titties jiggled as she took rapid shallow gasping breaths.
"Relax, little girl," Uncle Walter soothed, "you just relax yourself between the legs, little darling, and everything will be fine."
"I'm trying, Uncle Walter-"
"Fine."
He entered her with his knobbed cock head. He was so very big between the legs, and the width of his cock head stretched her membranes.
Twinges of sensation shot through her pussy. Little beaded drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her eyes squeezed shut into slits.
Uncle Walter put his penis deeper into her. Jenny was stretched now. His cock head was deep enough in her so that it would not be easily dislodged.
Now he moved to penetrate.
His hips lowered, the oiled shaft of the penis slipping into her pussy. Jenny made little moaning whimpers as she was entered.
Now the penis head reached its greatest depth and was suddenly brought up short by the barrier of her maidenhead.
That little flap of tissue was the seal of virginity, the door which barred entry to the gates of pleasure of her pussy.
Delicate as the maidenhead was, it was tough, too. It vibrated like a struck gong when bumped by the head of the heated penis.
Jenny squirmed and groaned under Uncle Walter. This was the moment of truth. The girl's face suddenly went very white and haggard.
He pushed into her. She squealed. Panicked now, she tried to wriggle free from him, but his weight pinned her to the bed.
She squirmed under him. Her long thin legs thrashed, kicked. He pressed her down with his weight and threw his hips forward.
His cock head battered at her maidenhead.
Jenny shrieked.
There was an awful instant of tension as the maidenhead yielded to the pressure of the penetrating penis, but did not break.
Still the tension increased-suddenly something tore inside her.
Jenny's thin shrill shrieks echoed in the room. Between them could be heard the moaning mutters of Uncle Walter as he labored to break her cherry.
White-hot pain stabbed Jenny between the legs.
The tension in her ended, as her maidenhead was torn open and ripped asunder by the invading cock head.
The wedge of the cock head shredded the maidenhead. Freed from the resistance of virginity, the stiff penis entered her triumphantly.
The head and shaft of the member swept away the last flaps of the tender tissue, sweeping them under its thrusting advance.
Throwing his hips forward, he put his penis deep inside her.
Jenny was an ex-virgin. When her maidenhead first tore, Jenny thought that she might faint from the flash of blinding pain ... pain which already now subsided.
It had been something like having a tooth pulled. Now, there was an absence, an emptiness in her where her cherry had formerly been.
But there was something to replace that absence, and fill the emptiness-the stiff, swollen cock now lodged deeply in her pussy.
Uncle Walter's moans and groans were almost as loud as Jenny's, as his seething swollen cock was clutched by as tight a pussy as ever it had been his delight to fuck.
Jenny was laughing and crying at the same time. She cried from the pain of being deflowered, while she laughed with relief that the deed was done.
That troublesome flap of flesh, her cherry, would trouble her no more.
Inside her pussy, there was a dull throbbing ache, similar to a headache. Her pussy twinged as Uncle Walter started fucking it in earnest.
He took hold of her hips and rocked back and forth, driving his cock in and out, back and forth, fucking her with the hot vigor of a young man.
Indeed, taking the virginity of this tender teen made him feel like a young lover, with a swollen penis that would not stop.
His member slid over her membranes. Jenny pressed her moaning face against his shoulder and wrapped her thin arms around his sweating back.
He rocked faster and faster, his penis heating with every stroke.
The inevitable happened-when his erotic excitement reached its height, he thrust deep in her and kept his penis bolstered in her pussy.
He came, in great spurting gouts of semen. Come was pumped from his swollen shooting penis into her pussy as though it would never stop.
The thick come was soothing as it soaked into her irritated pussy membranes. Jenny, ex-virgin, gurgled and gasped as her uncle's member filled her to the brim.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One year later, more or less, Jenny returned to the mansion, not as a guest, but as its new owner and master.
In the intervening year since the summer of her initiation into sex, Jenny had learned a great deal about herself and others.
She had reached the stage where she was ready to teach as well as learn. Cherry, the school classmate who was her best friend, was now her pupil.
Jenny was instructing Cherry on the wide expanse of the massive antique bed once owned by the late Uncle Walter.
The girls were dressed for the warm weather. Soon they would be undressed for the torrid sexual weather on the big bed.
Jenny has already been described. Not too many changes had taken place in her, in the twelve months since the summer of her defloration.
One difference was that she no longer wore her hair in braids or ponytail. Now her hair was cut in what she felt was a more grownup fashion.
Her hair, as fine, golden, and silken as ever, was parted in the middle of her scalp, its ends falling to her shoulders.
She wore no make-up, since she frankly found it a bother to put on the stuff, and since her natural loveliness hardly needed the artificial allure of cosmetics.
It was a warm summer day. Jenny and Cherry were kissing on the bed, and both of them still had their clothes on ... but not for long.
Some subtle changes had taken place in Jenny. Some of her babyfat had melted away, making her fair face more sculpted.
She had filled out a bit, growing one inch in height, and adding some inches of luscious roundness to her bosom and bottom.
The real changes had taken place inside her, psychologically. There was nothing like inheriting a few million dollars to give a girl some new ideas.
Jenny was now a millionaire-or millionairess, actually.
Uncle Walter was dead. He died in cold December, having quietly passed away in his sleep. They found him the next morning with a smile on his face.
But there was nothing quiet about the reaction of his relatives, his kith and kin, when they were assembled in the office of his lawyer for the reading of the will.
Anticipatory smiles were transformed into frowns of dismay and stunned surprise, when the will was read and it was revealed that Uncle Walter had bequeathed the vast bulk of his estate to none other than Jenny.
No one could have been more surprised than Jenny herself. She had been well taken care of by her uncle, but never had he hinted at anything like this!
So it was that young Jenny, last year at this time a guest in the mansion, was now the teen mistress of the mansion, the estate, the servants, and the millions.
Aunt Gloria was her guardian, and the woman and the girl were just starting to feel out the dimensions of their new life together.
To celebrate her new status, Jenny had taken a new little lover-Cherry.
Cherry had always been her best friend, back when Jenny was penniless. Now, of course, there was no lack of new candidates, seeking Jenny's favor.
But basically she only trusted old friends like Cherry, who had liked her for herself and not for her newfound wealth.
Cherry was some six months older than Jenny. Even though Jenny had filled out some since last year, Cherry was still much more nubile.
Cherry was five and a half feet tall, some few inches shorter than Jenny. She had a round smiling face with strong features.
Where Jenny had fair, golden hair and soft pink skin, Cherry had a mass of black curly hair which fell to the middle of her back.
Now, that hair was piled up at the top of her head, pinned into place so as to keep the youngster cool in summer's heat.
Cherry wore a one-piece pale orange sleeveless dress. Her eyebrows were dark and arched, while her hazel eyes had thick, luxurious lashes.
She had a Roman nose and a red, wide-lipped, steamily sensual mouth which Jenny knew how to put to good use, and had, often.
Cherry was half-Italian, on her mother's side, and her ancestry showed itself in the golden glowing olive tones of her smooth skin.
It also showed in the black coloring of her thick curly hair, and in the ripeness of her body, since despite her tender age, Cherry was quite well endowed, and then some.
In the year which had passed, Jenny's breasts had ripened from plum-sized little mounds, to rounded globes the size and shape of apples.
This day, Jenny wore a pale pink short-sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Her sandals lay on the floor at the bedside.
Although Cherry was older and more lushly endowed, it was Jenny who was the dominant partner in their relationship.
Indeed, it was Jenny who had seduced her best friend into lesbianism, over a campaign of seduction which had taken the better part of the fall season to reach fruition. And now Cherry was her lover, and had been since late November.
The girls lay on the bed, whose sheets and blankets were pulled down, so that only the mattress cover remained.
Cherry lay on her back, while Jenny lay on top of her. The girls were face to face, front to front, with open mouths locked together.
Jenny's pink lips were glued to Cherry's wide lips, lips as ripely red as the fruit which is her namesake.
Jenny's braless breasts nuzzled the larger, rounder bosom of Cherry. Cherry's legs were spread, while Jenny's longer, thinner legs lay pressed together between them.
As they kissed, Jenny pressed her crotch against that of Cherry, and rubbed it into the sex of her partner, steaming her up.
Cherry's mouth was hot, wet, sweet. Her tongue was wider and fatter than Jenny's pink pointed tongue, which licked and twined about it.
Cherry was quite warm, both from the heat of the summer day, and from the sexual heat which simmered and steamed in her from Jenny's kisses and caresses.
Jenny eased up off the girl and knelt on the bed, legs folded under her, her khaki shorts pulled taut across her backside.
Cherry's eyes smoldered as she sat up in bed. Wet circles of dampness sweated under her arms, and the back of her pastel orange dress was damp.
But that dress would not be on her for long-even as she sat up, Jenny was taking hold of it, tugging the hem upward.
Cherry giggled, "So early in the day?"
"Never too early for love," Jenny said. "Lift your bottom so I can take off your dress."
Cherry pressed her palms down into the mattress and raised her ripe buttocks from the bed, while Jenny tugged the hem of the skirt up to her waist.
Cherry's wide golden hips were covered by the lacy black triangle of the panties she wore, black lace panties which were stretched tight across her wide hips and formed a narrow black triangle across her crotch.
The panties were low, and pressed tightly against Cherry's arched pubic mound. The top of her thick bush showed over the waistband.
Cherry lifted her arms over her head while Jenny pulled the dress off her and tossed it casually to the floor.
Cherry wore a black bra. She wore the bra because her breasts were of a shape and fullness such that it was uncomfortable for her to go too long without the support of a bra cupping and raising those heavy breasts.
If Jenny's breasts most resembled the size and shape of apples, then Cherry's breasts were grapefruits, round and abundant.
Cherry had matured sexually at a very early age, so that by the time she was twelve, her pussy was heavily bushed and her breasts were ripely rounded.
In the years since, she had only gotten more nubile and voluptuous. It made an interesting and exciting sexual contrast, between the womanly lushness of her body, and the girlish roundness of her oval face.
The black bra was perhaps a size too small, since the lacy cups cut into the mounds of her breasts and plumped up her already plump bosom.
Jutting against the lacy bra cups were the buttons of her nipples, pressed flat by the tightness of the bra.
Cherry reached behind her back to take off her bra, causing her breasts to ripely jiggle. The bra was unhooked and removed.
Her heavy breasts tumbled free, the aroused nipples swelling and stiffening. Her nipples and the surrounding aureoles were a dark shade of pinkish brown.
The stiff nipples throbbed on the tips of her breasts. Cherry whisperingly urged Jenny to take off her clothes, too.
Jenny needed no second urging. She pulled off her pink shirt. She was braless, and her round pert breasts showed stiff pink nipples.
Kneeling on the bed with her long legs folded under her, Jenny leaned forward so that she touched the tips of her breasts to Cherry's nipples.
The girls giggled and squirmed from the heated sensation of having their breasts rub together and touch.
Presently Jenny rose up so she could take off her shorts and panties. Cherry pulled off her own panties, their cotton crotch damp with vaginal secretions.
Cherry had a thick black bush and wide pussy lips. Jenny took off her panties, displaying the fleecy blonde bush of her thin-lipped pussy.
Naked and glowing, the youngsters embraced, pressing their fronts together, with Jenny's firm round breasts nuzzling Cherry's fuller, heavier set.
Kisses were exchanged, not only mouth to mouth, but all over as well. Jenny put Cherry down on her back so that she could graze on the brunette's bosom.
Cherry's nipples were throbbing pebbles of dark brown flesh. Jenny took a nipple between her lips while Cherry caressed her between the legs.
Cherry's fingers writhed over Jenny's pussy lips, pulling heat into them. Warm wetness oozed within Jenny's slit.
Jenny nibbled on the nipple between her lips. She sucked first one nipple, then the other, so that both stiff points shone with her saliva.
Jenny took hold of Cherry's breasts, one in each hand. Pressing the fleshy mounds together, she pushed the nipples so that they jutted side by side.
Jenny stuffed both nipples in her mouth at the same time, stretching it at the corners and sucking the throbbing points simultaneously.
This treatment made Cherry even steamier inside her slit, which now dripped with the thick secretions of sexual arousal.
Cherry moaned and gasped for Jenny to take her and end the sizzling erotic torment which seethed and steamed within her.
Jenny lifted her mouth from Cherry's breasts. Smiling softly, she slid her long legs off the bed, stood up, and crossed the room to the dresser.
"Play with yourself until I get back," she told Cherry. "I want you to be all wet and juicy for me when I take you."
"Ummmmm, I'm that way already," Cherry moaned. She sat up in bed with her thick thighs open and her hand between her legs.
She stroked her pussy with long delicious strokes. From time to time the pussy lips were pulled apart, exposing her dripping membranes.
Jenny stood naked at the open drawer, rummaging through it until she found what she wanted-a dildo.
Smiling with wicked anticipation, she turned and showed it to Cherry.
Jenny said, "Aunt Gloria won't mind if I make good use of one of her toys!"
"Oh, Jenny, aren't we going to make love?"
"Later-but first I'm going to fuck you with this, Cherry, so you'll really be all wet and ready for me!"
Jenny handled the dildo, which was long, thick, and made from flexible black plastic, with straps attached to its base.
The girl had had it used on her enough times by Aunt Gloria to know how to put it on, and so she did, quickly and rapidly.
The dildo looked doubly obscene when it was in position. With her long lean form, her narrow torso, lean hips, and long legs, Jenny had a certain boyish look to her physique, although it was not as boyish as it had been a year ago, since time had added delicious nubile roundnesses to her bosom and bottom.
The dildo itself jutted like a black handle from her hips. It twitched and bobbed as she padded barefoot back to the bed.
"Get on your hands and knees, Cherry."
Cherry obeyed. Jenny had her love-partner position herself so that she knelt with her bottom at the edge of the bed.
Cherry looked over her shoulder at Jenny, her eyes bright and shining with sweet anticipation. Jenny had initiated her into a world of delight.
Jenny put her caressing hands between Cherry's kneeling thighs, having Cherry move her knees wider apart, opening up her pussy to the dildo.
She caressed Cherry's thighs as she did so, her fingers stroking that smooth flesh. She reached for Cherry's pussy.
Cherry's pussy lips were full and fleshy, warm and softly yielding. Pussy flesh rippled under the stroking caresses of Jenny's fingers.
Jenny fondled Cherry. Cherry's face glowed with passion. Her wide-lipped mouth was open and moaning. She rocked her hips.
Jenny put two of her fingers together and pressed them against the junction of Cherry's labia, and slipped the fingers into the girl.
Steamy heat and thick juices met her touch. Membranes quivered and stretched as Jenny, holding her fingers together, slid them into Cherry.
Cherry moaned as her pussy was stretched. Jenny put the fingers in up to the knuckles, then worked them back and forth, in and out.
Cherry responded to the finger-fucking, rocking her hips back and forth. Jenny shoved the fingers in and out.
Juices drooled from the wide warm lips of Cherry's pussy, smearing on the labia. Of course, Jenny's fingers were coated with the stuff.
Cherry moaned and chewed the inside of her cheek in an excess of passion.
Jenny took her dripping fingers out of Cherry. "I was going to grease up your pussy, Cherry, but I don't have to, not as wet as you are!"
Jenny stood at the bedside, facing Cherry's backside. Cherry was possessed of a truly splendid ass, a pair of round golden globes deeply cleft.
Quivering under those mounds of flesh was Cherry's pussy, the lips of which glowed red and warm under the sticky coating of smeared juices.
Jenny put her hand to her mouth, oozed saliva on it, and then rubbed it on the head of the dildo, which was aimed at Cherry's succulent slit.
Jenny gripped the dildo below the rim of its head and pressed it to the pussy lips, parting them and prying them open.
Seashell-pink and shining membranes were exposed when the pussy lips were parted.
Jenny pressed the dildo head into Cherry. Cherry's membranes were stretched by the thickness of the head.
Her own head jerked up, curly hair bobbing and tossing around her gasping face. Jenny smiled as she eased the dildo into Cherry.
The dildo vibrated like a tuning fork, thanks to the quivering convulsions of Cherry's heaving, slippery membranes.
The dildo was thick and tight in Cherry, but Cherry was very wet inside, and her natural oils oozed even more heavily as she was penetrated.
Jenny put the dildo deep enough in Cherry not to be dislodged. She took hold of Cherry's wide hips, their flesh smooth as butter.
Jenny pushed her hips forward, sliding the dildo into Cherry.
Cherry oohed and aahed, squealing and gasping as inch after inch of the dildo was pushed into her steamy pit of passion.
One final thrust, and the dildo lodged home, clutched in a steamy sheath of slippery pussy membranes which gripped it tightly.
Jenny rocked back and forth, her own cupcake buttocks tightly clenched as she drove the dildo in and out, back and forth.
As the heat of the fucking mounted, Jenny reached around Cherry's hips. Cherry's thick black bush was damp with sweat.
Jenny pressed her fingertips against Cherry's clitoris, which was a marble of throbbing flesh. She caressed it while thrusting the dildo.
This combination-of fucking Cherry's sweet succulent hole with the stiff dildo, while simultaneously fingering her clitoris until it seethed with sexual fire, soon brought Cherry to a shrieking climax.
As Cherry orgasmed, Jenny put the dildo deep inside her and kept it there, holstered in a mass of quivering pussy membranes.
Her fingertips, dripping with Cherry's natural juices, pressed on the clitoris which pulsed like a tiny beating heart. Cherry shook as though powered and driven by an internal engine. Her stiff-nippled heavy breasts shook and shivered.
Cherry's pussy went into erotic convulsions as she climaxed. Her membranes clamped down on the dildo and squeezed it.
Through the rod of the dildo, Jenny felt those internal convulsions.
Cherry gave out a final squealing gasp as the fury of her orgasm shuddered through her. Then, sighing heavily, she collapsed on the bed.
Her sweaty forehead pressed the mattress. Her wide-lipped mouth gaped open, sucking in great whistling breaths of air.
Jenny herself was sweating from the erotic activity. She stood at the bedside for a moment, the dildo planted deep in Cherry.
But Jenny could not wait too long, not with her own lust steaming internally. She pulled back her hips and withdrew the dildo.
She unstrapped the harness which held the artificial penis to her slim hips and tossed it off. She took hold of Cherry.
She rolled Cherry on her back. Cherry lay on the bed, legs slightly parted, bush damp, pussy lips shining with secretions.
A shining coat of sweat covered her flesh, leaving damp blotches on the sheets. Her eyes were cloudy and luminous with desire.
Jenny mounted the bed, climbing up at the bed's head and kneeling on either side of Cherry's head, squatting over Cherry's face.
Cherry's thick eyelashes flickered. She looked up at the narrow, thin-lipped pussy poised over her heated face.
Cherry opened her mouth so that it gaped wide. Jenny squatted down on her face, pressing her pussy against the brunette's wide lips.
Jenny's pussy sizzled against the lapping, licking, kissing mouth. She leaned far forward, rubbing her pussy on Cherry's wide face, further smearing it with juices. She spread Cherry's thighs, which were sticky with sweat.
Cherry was prepared for her now. The brunette's black bush hairs were glossy and shining like the pelt of an otter.
A rich aroma of musky sex rose up from the pussy. Jenny pressed her face against Cherry's crotch and passionately kissed the pussy lips.
Cherry moaned. Rocking her hips, she rubbed her pussy up against Jenny's mouth. Jenny laid her tongue on the sizzling pussy lips.
She pushed her tongue into the pussy, penetrating it.
The duo of luscious youngsters was locked together in oral love, mouth to crotch.
Cherry was perfectly prepared for Jenny's taste. The dildo fucking had left Cherry's pussy awash in rich secretions.
The thick taste of Cherry's juices tingled on Jenny's thrusting tongue. Jenny's lips pressed the spread pussy lips of the slit she tongued.
Needless to say, Cherry was hardly idle at this time, although she still panted breathlessly from the effects of the first orgasm.
Her wide lips caressed Jenny's delicate, delicious pussy lips. Her fat tongue lanced up inside Jenny and licked the inside of her slit.
Jenny squirmed on the face of her lover, rocking her hips forward, sideways, and backward, smearing it with juices.
Jenny wrapped her tongue around the marble of Cherry's clitoris. Squeals of breathless pleasure shivered through the brunette.
Cherry's head was bracketed by Jenny's taut thighs, pink thighs which were slippery with sweat where they clutched Cherry's face.
Jenny rocked back and forth as her clitoris was tongued. Her own tongue lapped and licked and whipped across the clitoris.
Cherry was already sensitized by her earlier orgasm, so it took only a few heated passes of Jenny's skilled lapping tongue to make her come again.
Cherry writhed in orgasm. Jenny stood on her knees, taking her dripping pussy off Cherry's gasping mouth so Cherry could breathe.
But when Cherry had reached her climax, Jenny impatiently put the brunette's mouth back to work on her own pleasure.
With lustful frenzy Cherry orally adored Jenny's pussy. She pressed her tongue tip to the clitoris and licked it until the root of her tongue ached.
Jenny came.
She pressed her thighs against Cherry's face, and ground her climaxing pussy against Cherry's mouth.
Later, the two teen girls lay side by side, face to face. They lay on their sides, facing each other, exchanging lazy kisses and caresses.
Jenny pressed her pink face to Cherry's lush breasts. A girl could get lost in those mounds of delicious bosom flesh.
Jenny nuzzled the mounds of flesh. Sweat, beaded up on the globes, smeared on Jenny's face, while stiff nipples throbbed against her mouth.
Jenny took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. Cherry, murmuring happily, caressed Jenny's smooth slim shoulders and silken hair.
Jenny pressed her thighs on her pussy, which tingled with sensation. She felt dreamy and lazy, brimming with electric afterglow.
Afterglow filled her like helium fills a balloon, so she felt like she was floating on the bed.
She and Cherry swapped kisses. Jenny moved her mouth close to Cherry's ear, and whispered into it, her warm breath tingling on Cherry's ear.
Jenny whispered about what she had planned for their entertainment tonight. Cherry squirmed with arousal as Jenny spoke.
Cherry's nipples throbbed heavily and her pussy lips quivered. Jenny teasingly licked the inside of Cherry's ear, really making her squirm.
Cherry could have gone for another bout of oral sex, indeed would have, but Jenny teasingly slipped out of her lover's embrace.
"Save that for tonight!" Jenny laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
A minute or so after she stopped coming, Gloria climbed off Bill's face.
Generally, she would have stayed mounted on the mouth which had brought her to orgasm for a good deal longer than the brief interval in which she had rested with her pussy engulfing the mouth of the ardent young man.
But, although she had loved what his lips and tongue had done in the way of pleasuring her pussy, she was still unsatisfied.
He was very, very good with his mouth-but it still remained to be seen if he was equally erotically talented with the thing between his legs.
Gloria would find that out, too.
It was a steamy sultry night. Inside Gloria's suite of rooms, down the hall from the room shared by Cherry and Jenny, the air conditioner hummed.
All the same, cool air or not, it was as steamy and humid as a tropical rain forest on the bed, due to the erotic action of Gloria and Bill.
Gloria was exotically outfitted. She wore a black lace waist cincher, stockings, and high heels-with all her erotic parts strategically exposed.
The cincher started below the line of her breasts, so both those mounds of flesh were nakedly exposed, open to kisses and caresses.
The bottom of the cincher was at her waistline. Fat frilly garters dangled down from the cincher, their metal tabs pinned to the dark tops of her nylons.
Between the cincher and the nylon tops, she was lushly nude, her creamy hips flaring out from the cincher like the curve of a violin.
Her black bush shone with sweat, making a glossy triangle of inky darkness at her pubic mound. Her pussy lips dripped with saliva and secretions.
Her thighs were pink and plump where they oozed from the tops of the stockings. Those nylons sleekly sheathed her strong legs.
Her nipples stood out stiff and straight and throbbing on the tips of her breasts. Within her slit, membranes steamed with slippery secretions.
From the chin up, Bill's face was hidden by the crotch which covered it. Below the chin lay the strong, athletic, naked body of a young man in his mid-twenties.
Bill was straight and strong and tall, with a fine physique-broad shoulders, a well-padded muscular chest, tapering torso, lean hips.
Rising up from his hips was a swollen red erection. It glowed a dark scarlet seething color, heated as it was by lust.
It was a fine, impressive, abundantly endowed rod of flesh. It was the reason why Gloria so quickly dismounted from his mouth of pleasure.
Gloria loved her task. She was recruiting a new staff for the mansion. The old servants who once fetched at the beck and call of Uncle Walter were too old.
What the place needed was some young blood-and young bodies.
Gloria was in charge of selecting the staff, male and females. Mere competency in flawlessly carrying out the standard duties of servants was not enough.
Gloria-and behind her, Jenny-wanted servants who would serve, not just in the kitchen or laboring at the household chores, but servants who would sexually serve in the bedroom at the pleasure of their employers.
There was no shortage of applicants, since Jenny paid high salaries. The candidates were screened for personal attractiveness and willingness to please.
Gloria was auditioning Bill for a household position. Most of the staff jobs were fillet', but one or two places remained open.
He had passed his first test with flying colors, having licked and tongued Gloria to a delicious orgasm.
Now she would see what he could do with that thing between his legs.
Gloria dismounted from his face. Her pussy lips glowed hotly under a sticky coating of his saliva, which clung to her, frothy and bubbling.
Just moving made her pussy lips tingle with new sensations. She lifted her crotch off his face, revealing it.
Bill was a handsome, clean-shaven youth with short fair hair, hazel eyes, pink skin. He had jutting cheekbones and a cleft chin.
He also had a mouth which had wonderfully pleased her. Twinges and tingles shimmered through her pussy as she crawled off him.
She did not go far. On hands and knees she crawled down the bed, stiff-nippled breast slapping softly against the insides of her arms.
Her pussy lips tingled and her membrane seethed, just from moving. Her plump whit buttocks jiggled as she crawled.
Bill's red face shone with a coating of he juices. He smacked his lips, savoring the rich spicy taste of her which permeated his mouth.
Gloria straddled his lean hips. She took hold of his penis. His rod was stiff, long, and seething. It throbbed like a beating drum in her fingers She cooingly stroked and squeezed it.
She hugged his lean flanks with her thighs her pussy poised over the head of his penis which she gripped vertically upright.
Smiling lewdly, she rubbed the head of the penis against her pussy lips, massaging it back and forth, while Bill moaned beneath her.
Tiring of this teasing game, eager for more intimate action, she pressed the tip of the penis against her slitted pussy.
The cock head seemed to expand when pushed against her pussy. She parted the thick red lips of her pussy with the wedge of knobbed flesh.
Bill shivered with lust as his cock head was stuffed inside her.
Gloria took the head up into her sex. She slowly lowered herself down on the rod, the erection sliding over her sizzling membranes.
She gasped as it filled her. Her pussy was filled by the wide rod, which was thick enough to stretch even her mature membranes.
But she was as juicy as a young girl, as she settled down on Bill's cock, until at last her pussy lips circled the base of his cock.
He lay moaning and gasping. She leaned forward, so that her heavy breasts dangled over his face. She let them fall on his face, engulfing it.
His face was buried between her breasts, with bosom flesh pressing him on all sides. Moans from his mouth rippled through the globes of her breasts.
Squirming on his cock, Gloria cupped a breast and fed a stiffly swollen nipple into his moaning mouth. He urgently sucked at it.
Now that her nipple was being mouthed, she started moving on top of him, rubbing her pussy against the swollen penis filling it.
As she thrilled to each deep, penetrating stroke of his penis, Gloria decided that this well endowed young man had every qualification for the job.
In another part of the mansion, in the parlor on the ground floor, a once-staid room which was in the process of being transformed into Jenny's playroom, a pair of young studs who had successfully passed Gloria's test were serving at the pleasure of Jenny and Cherry.
Simon, the younger of the two males, was a local youth, eighteen, who had just graduated high school, and was working during the summer as a houseboy.
Brad, the older, was in his late twenties, a strong, virile man of few words but many erotic deeds, who worked as the chauffeur.
Jenny and Cherry were dressed for action, both girls outfitted in pretty summer party dresses.
Jenny wore black, but the garment was so very thin and sheer that it seemed as light as a feather on her sweet pink flesh.
The one-piece dress was very sexy, and made her feel quite grown-up. It was a clinging garment which left her smooth shoulders bare.
Her pert breasts were fitted into the breast cups of the garment, showing a good deal of the swelling tops of her bosom flesh.
Around her neck she wore a single strand of pearls. Tonight, she had lightly applied make-up, just a hint of cosmetics to make it feel more like a party.
Cherry, the jet-black curly hair streaming down to the middle of her back, wore a red dress with thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline.
Music oozed from the concealed stereo speakers which Jenny had ordered installed. All four of the celebrants had had a lot of alcohol to drink.
Earlier, the music had been rock music, fast and frantic. Simon was a good dancer but Brad was unable to gyrate to the latest teen hits.
So, Jenny and Cherry had danced sometimes with Simon and sometimes with each other, until sweat streamed from their shapely forms despite the cool air conditioning.
Brad was not disturbed. Cool, confident, he knew he would get his own back later, when the action became more erotically intimate.
And it seemed that time had now come, since Jenny, slightly tipsy, had changed the records and put on slow, soft music.
Now it was time for slow dancing Brad took her in his arms. He had short black hair and a face made up of sharp planes.
He stood over six feet tall, broad shouldered and well muscled. His strong arms wrapped around Jenny's form, holding her warmly.
Jenny was somewhat out of breath from all the fast dancing she had done. Rosy red spots of color shone in her flushed cheeks.
It was good for her to press against Brad's strong firm body. She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder as she swayed to the music.
Simon looked more boyish, compared to the hard-faced Brad. Simon had long brown hair, soft and straight, covering his ears and collar.
He was taller than Brad, also lankier. As he danced slowly with Cherry, his hands mover, down her back to rest on her buttocks.
He put both hands on the lush globes of bottom flesh which jutted under the taut red dress. He squeezed and stroked them.
Cherry pressed her hips against his groin, striking flame in his flesh where the warmth of her wide smooth hips pressed him.
She swayed this way and that. The heavy mounds of her breasts seemed ready to spill out of the low-cut cups of her tight red dress.
Simon fondled her buttocks. His hand moved down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up in back until it was at her waist.
Cherry wore no slip. A pair of scanty red lace panties, damp with sweat, were stretcher, tightly across her creamy buttocks.
Simon slipped his hand inside the panties so he could fondle her bare bottom.
Close by, Brad led Jenny to a couch. "Let's sit this one out."
He sat down and Jenny sat on his lap, lips parted to be kissed. Brad obliged, embracing her and crushing her lips with his own.
He put his tongue in her mouth. Jenny pressed her lips harder against his. He licked and rubbed and twined his tongue with her own.
His hand fastened on her bosom, first squeezing the mounds of flesh through her dress, then rubbing the tops of her breasts where they emerged from the black top of the garment. Jenny was braless in that dress.
His kisses and caresses got to Jenny. Her blushing face got even redder. As she squirmed on his lap, her warm buttocks rolled over his penis.
The weight of her was sweet and stirring. Within seconds, his penis stiffened into a swollen erection which throbbed demandingly.
Jenny felt it stir and grow under her, against her bottom. From deep in the back of her throat she went, "Ummmmmmmmmmmm!"
He stopped kissing her, but only so he could lower his face to her breasts and nuzzle their swelling tops.
Jenny's eyes were slits of wanton pleasure. She tilted back her head, so her pale blonde hair spilled down her bare back.
Brad eased her off his lap and stood alongside her, the bulge of his stiff penis even more impressive when he stood in profile.
Jenny put her hand on his rod and fondled it through his trousers.
Breathing hard, he undid the zipper at the back of her dress, opening it to the small of her back, then slipping it off her.
Jenny's pert breasts jiggled when freed from the dress and nakedly exposed. Brad reached around to the front of her to cup her breasts.
He rubbed and fondled those soft mounds with their stiff nipples. He spread his fingers so the pink pointed nipples jutted between them.
Then he opened and closed his fingers, squeezing the nipples, making Jenny squirm with hot arousal.
Brad tugged the dress off her lean hips. It fell to her feet, leaving her naked except for the strand of pearls looped around her neck since Jenny had worn no panties under th dress.
Her body was nakedly exposed. Still fondling her breasts, Brad pushed his hips forward, pressing his bulging groin against he bare backside.
Jenny reached around behind her. She fondled his short soft hair with one hand, and rubbed his muscular thigh with the other.
Jenny smiled as she watched Simon and Cherry, not far away.
Simon was taking off Cherry's dress. The two of them stood near the billiard table, a table whose green felt top was supported on massive wooden legs.
The front of Cherry's dress was down, leaving her lush breasts bare. They jiggled and rippled as her dress was pulled down off wide hips.
She took off her dress and kicked off her shoes. She fondled Simon as he stripped off his shirt, exposing a lean, athletic torso.
His stiff penis was exposed when his pants and shorts came down. His member bobbed and twitched as he kicked his pants and shorts off his feet.
He pressed his front against Cherry's. She cupped her plump breasts, one in each palm, pushing them together as she lifted them to his face.
He nuzzled the breasts, his licking tongue flashing over the stiff buttons of her nipples, his hands caressing her smooth thighs.
He took a nipple between his lips and sucked it. Cherry oohed and aalied as he stroked her between the legs, through her scanty panties.
He lifted his licking mouth from her wet stiff nipples. He put his hands on her hips and turned her so that her back was to him.
Cherry, giggling, her face lewd with heated lust, pressed her palms down on the green felt surface of the billiards table.
She bent forward from the waist, so that her breasts hovered only inches from the expanse of broad green surface.
Leaning forward caused her bottom to thrust back, ripe buttocks arching. Teasingly she pressed her behind against his swollen penis.
Simon pressed his erection against her bottom flesh, lashing it in the crack of her buttocks.
Cherry still wore her scanty red lace panties. Simon returned some of her teasing by pulling on the top of the panties.
This caused the crotch of the panties to press deeply into her thick pussy lips. Cherry squirmed from the erotic stimulation, as her sensitive parts were rubbed by the red lace panties which filled her slit.
Jenny, equally naked, turned her attention from Cherry and Simon and devoted it to Brad. He had been a good sport when they had danced fast and frantically while he stood on the sidelines, and Jenny desired to do something special for him.
Additionally, her libido expressed a strong desire to have her mouth filled and fucked, so down to her knees she dropped.
His shirt was off, baring him from the waist up, exposing a muscular square-shaped torso which seemed to have been carved from wood.
Patches of thick black hair covered his muscled chest. Pressing the crotch of his trousers was a swollen muscle of love, his stiff penis.
Jenny got down on her knees, face level with his groin, eyes shining, mouth watering. Brad smiled down, caressing her flaxen hair.
Jenny ran her pink pointed tongue over her lips, moistening them. Brad opened the top of his pants and pulled down his zipper.
He tugged down slacks and shorts, freeing his rigid erection. His penis popped up, its wide swollen head seething in front of her face.
He took hold of his member and brought it to her lips. Jenny took hold of his strong hips and pressed her puckered lips against his penis.
Wetly and ardently she smooched the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked out, licking inside the tiny slit in the head of his penis.
His cock head pressed more urgently against her lips, which opened on cue to receive the rod. She took its knobbed head past her lips.
She slurped and sucked his cock head. Saliva juicily drooled down the corners of her stretched mouth as she sucked.
Meanwhile, Simon was pulling down Cherry's red panties. The panties were soaked through and saturated with her pussy juices.
They fluttered limply as they dropped down her legs and fell to her feet. She stepped out of them, spreading her feet shoulder-width apart.
He felt and fondled her buttocks, then rubbed her between the legs. She moaned and rocked her hips back and forth, jiggling her buttocks.
Simon took his hand away from her seething slit and substituted his penis, pressing its wide swollen head to her pussy lips.
He pushed it into her. Pussy lips split and spread as the knobbed cock head entered her. Cherry squealed with delight.
His cock head inside her, he threw his hips forward. Cherry was a big buxom girl with an extremely tight pussy which clutched his penis.
He put it deep into her, until her pussy lips circled the base of his swollen shaft, with the rest of his rod plunged deep in her seething slit.
He took hold of her wide hips and took her from behind. His small neat buttocks were clenched as he rocked his hips back and forth.
He fucked her well and deep. When he entered her, he pushed his penis way up inside her, her ripe buttocks jiggling when his hips pressed them.
Then, he would slowly withdraw, making Cherry squeal with erotic tension as he withdrew his rod until only the head remained inside her.
For her part, Jenny had offered up lips, tongue, and throat to the swollen penis which fucked them all with equal abandon.
Brad was big between the legs, and his rod seemed to have gotten even bigger since he put it in her mouth and started fucking it.
Now this was a party-and it got better with each heated second!
CHAPTER TEN
Jenny had ripe, sultry, sassy, pouting lips which were just a-delight to slide a swollen penis across for a steamy session of oral sex.
Brad reaped the erotic harvest of those sultry lips and that sizzling mouth. He held her golden-haired head between his hands.
His hips thrust back and forth, pumping the rod of his hot red penis in and out of her mouth, never pulling the knobbed cock head past her lips.
Jenny's sweet face shone with saliva. Brad's palms oozed sweet where they pressed her cheeks ... she pressed the smooth insides of her lips to his rod.
He worked his swollen penis in and out of her mouth, each gliding pass of the rod across her lips and tongue heating it more and more.
His hairy balls were swollen and vibrated with erotic tension. As his orgasm boiled inside him, he drove his erection deep.
The shaft pressed down on the velvet pink bed of Jenny's tongue, which curled at the edges to hold his rod of flesh.
His cock head, wide and swollen, filled her open throat, plugging it. He stopped thrusting, his penis holstered deep in her mouth.
He started shaking as his orgasm bubbled up. A mass of steamy semen ascended the column of his cock to jet explosively into her golden throat.
Jenny was a good girl when it came to cocksucking. As her Uncle Walter had once instructed her, she always swallowed semen.
Gouts of it splashed her throat. Muscles flexed in her neck as she swallowed down the masses of semen bubbling up from the cock which fucked her mouth.
The come spurted down her throat, sliding thick and honey-like as it glided down her gullet. Brad injected his seminal essence into the girl.
His cock twitched and jumped on her tongue. He rose up on tiptoes, squeezing the last drops of come from his rod into the mouth that held it.
Groaning and gasping, he shuddered as an orgasm blossomed inside him like the fiery mushroom blast of an atomic explosion.
More sex energy was generated by the frenzied fucking which Simon and Cherry writhed in the erotic coils of.
Cherry's pussy lips glowed darkly from heated arousal, as an equally red erection pumped in and out of her pussy.
She was tight in her slit, and there was a sucking sound created by the forceful thrusts of the erection plowing her pussy.
Simon reached around to the front of her, to take hold of her heavy breasts and clutch them one in each hand.
He held them so he could stroke the mounds and toy with their stiff nipples.
His penis, long and thick, was suddenly plunged deep in the steamy vortex of Cherry's honeyed, dripping sex.
This time, he did not pull back for another stroke, but kept his cock planted in her pussy as his orgasm shook and rocked him.
The steamy membranes of Cherry's stimulated pussy were soaked and saturated by the masses of semen which boiled up from his cock.
Her membranes heaved and slid, convulsively clutching the cock planted inside it. She gurgled and groaned from the force of the orgasm.
As she came, Cherry's glazed eyes rolled up in her head so that only the whites of them showed. Her mouth gaped open like a black cavern in her red squealing face.
After the last drops of come were milked from the penis that filled her, Cherry virtually collapsed from the heat of her orgasm.
She flopped down, breasts pressing and flattening against the green felt surface of the billiard table. Sobbing for breath, shaking with ecstasy, she buried her face in her hands and lay there while her climax rocked her.
When Brad pulled his penis out of Jenny's mouth, it was still hard. Strands of come spilled down on her chin.
He was still eager. His cock, red and sticky with semen and saliva, stood out straight and strong, jutting from his hips like a scarlet handle.
He hooked his hands under Jenny's arms and assisted her to her feet. But the teen did not have far to go, only as far as the nearest couch.
He tumbled her down on her back on the couch. Jenny stretched out on her back, her lithe pink form sinking into the cushions.
She spread her legs, with one of the resting off the couch's edge, foot on the floor. Idly, dreamily, she stroked the pink quivering lips of her pussy.
She did not have to stimulate herself for more than a few seconds-the time it took Brad to mount the couch, and her.
She reached up, arms open to embrace him. He settled down on her smooth pink body, pausing to taste of her nipples and breasts.
Each nipple was kissed and licked, each breast was covered with kisses. His swollen penis smeared saliva on her thighs and semen, too.
He reached under himself and took hold of his erection. He had come once, but he was as hard as ever, if not harder.
He pressed the penis head to the thin lips of her pussy and pried them apart. Jenny was open to him, and he stuffed his cock head inside her.
Jenny squealed happily. Of all the staff, Brad, the biggest between the legs, was her personal favorite, and her pussy oozed thick secretions as he entered her.
He reached under her, once a good part of his swollen cock filled her sex. He took hold of her ripe buttocks, cupping them in each hand.
Holding her lean hips tilted at the optimum angle of penetration, he threw his own hips forward, shoving his penis hard and deep into her.
His member glided across her membranes. Jenny squealed, gasped, groaned.
Holding her buttocks, he fucked her with deep, solid strokes. His rod's thickness stretched the membranes of her pussy.
That stretching sent twinges through her, twinges whose effect was steadily increased with each penetrating thrust he worked into her.
The deep cushions cradled Jenny's light lean body, so that she was engulfed in them, and felt like she floated on a sea.
Her legs were spread wide, those long pink limbs taut with erotic tension. She braced her foot on the floor, so she could push her hips harder and fuck more vigorously.
Sweat streamed from his body, and hers, oiling their writhing forms. Jenny felt like she was in a steam bath, and gasped for air.
His sweaty flesh clung to hers, sliding sensually as he thrust. His belly slapped hers and he ground his hips into her with each thrust.
Simon was pulling his penis out of Cherry.
The rod shivered with tension as it glided over her membranes and popped free of her.
Cherry moaned when she was no longer filled with a swollen penis. Her lashes fluttered until at last she found the strength to open her eyes.
Jenny's pussy lips were heated with sexual friction, while her membranes seethed. Shrill squeals of pleasure were squeezed from her with every stroke.
Brad put his stiff penis deep. He kept it there as he came.
Jenny's internal fires were quenched by a stream of gushing semen which was pumped into her membranes, filling her to the very brim of her slit.
What with all this heated sex, there had to be a lull while the couples recovered their breath, strength, and erotic vigor.
With four such young and vital participants, whose bodies vibrated with the virility of youth, the recovery period was brief, to be sure.
Jenny had her mouth and pussy filled with a penis-now, as a change of pace, she desired to have it filled with a pussy.
Besides, both Jenny and Cherry were saturated between the legs, with their pussies filled with the semen deposited there by male lovers.
What better way for the little ladies to refresh themselves, and clean each other out, than for them to go down on each other?
Which is what they did ... cushions were piled on the floor, and Jenny lay down on her back, her mouth gaping wide open.
Her long lean legs were spread. Jenny loved to be engulfed by sweet succulent pussy flesh, which is why she had Cherry climb on top.
Cherry planted her feet on either side of Jenny's upturned face. Her legs bent at the knees as she squatted down on Jenny's head.
Cherry's pussy lips glowed red and warm under the sticky coating of semen which shone there. Her pussy descended to Jenny's waiting mouth.
Just before she touched pussy flesh to mouth, Cherry reached down between her legs and put her fingers on either side of her pussy lips.
She spread the pussy lips to the sides, peeling them back to expose pink heaving membranes which dripped with an excess of the semen shot there by Simon.
Jenny moaned with hot wanting, just before her gasping mouth was engulfed by the heated, semen-saturated pussy flesh.
Jenny gurgled ecstatically. Sheer breathless delight showed on Cherry's red wet face as she was mouthed from below.
Liquid sucking and slurping sounds came from between Cherry's pink plump thighs, as Jenny's tongue lanced up inside her pussy.
Jenny slurped up masses of semen from the slippery pink membranes, swallowed them down, and returned for more.
Not that Cherry stayed idle for long ... she leaned far forward, grinding her dripping pussy against Jenny's mouth as she moved to mouth Jenny's pussy.
Jenny's slit was seething with the semen left there by Brad. Cherry caressed the pussy lips with her tongue, then thrust it into the steamy sex.
Moans and gasps of sweet ecstasy mixed with the sounds of slurping and sucking as the torrid teen beauties mouthed each other's pussies.
Naturally, this oral action continued long after the last oily drop of milky white semen had been licked clean from pussy membranes by a pair of pink tongues.
The girls continued to oralize each other, tongues withdrawing from within pussies as clean as a whistle, to wrap themselves around throbbing clitorises and lick them to sizzling orgasms.
Two very delighted teen misses, shaken by mutual oral orgasms, shakily separated and weakly rose to their knees some minutes later.
At that moment, after Jenny and Cherry had mouthed each other into ecstasy, and Cherry was gaspingly dismounting from Jenny's hot mouth, Gloria entered the playroom.
She was not dressed, and not alone. She had brought Bill with her, and he was as naked as she was, as they entered the room.
Bill's penis, limp and thick, jerked with arousal when he caught sight of the pair of delicious teen girls whose glazed eyes viewed him with erotic interest.
Gloria introduced the foursome to Bill, the newest recruit to the staff. In her bed, serving at her pleasure, he had proved himself worthy of hire.
Gloria filled her hand with his penis, which stood up stiff and straight and swollen under her artful caresses.
She reached over, and filled her free hand with Brad's seething rod, which stood out stiffly. She held both males by their heated members.
"Three men," she laughed lewdly, "and three ladies! Now, there's a combination which is just absolutely delicious in its possibilities!"
As the night wound its way to dawn, the group of six highly-sexed orgiasts, three men and three ladies, proceeded to explore some of those infinitely intriguing erotic possibilities.
Many eager hands reached for the buxom, voluptuous body of Gloria, but it was Jenny who got there first and twined around her aunt.
Jenny had the resilience of youth. Already this night she had been well fucked, more than once-yet she was eager for still more.
She eagerly pressed Gloria's naked flesh. In a sense, she owed everything she had to the skilled tutorship in sex Gloria had given her.
There were many ways to return the favor, all of them delicious.
